The police seemed to think I killed her which is crazy because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

If only it were possible to love without injury fidelity isnt enough I had been faithful to Anne and yet I had injured her. The hurt is in the act of possession we are too small in mind and body to possess another person without pride or to be possessed without humiliation. In a way I was glad that my wife had struck out at me again I had forgotten her pain for too long and this was the only kind of recompense I could give her. Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always everywhere there is some voice crying from a tower.

I see you kneeling in churchstained only by colored windows

The past is but an untraceable footfallIt appears in intervals and pushes us back in timeIn those moments of grief and then suddenly vanishes.Its often dark and ruthless.It baffles our thoughts and seizes our peace of mind.By making us recollect our failures our buried expectationsAnd our shattered dreams It only gives way to fleeting tears leaving us with fruitless guilt.It wrecks our present and ruins our futureAnd thus should be left where it is meant to beIt should be left behind

Death abides by no ones rules...it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream drawing blood with every step.

And much like the despairity of the woman who can never bear children my dreams can never bear fruit. They are the mountains I can never climb.The hurdles I can never leap.The seas I can never cross. The skies I can never look up to.Yet I adopt them. Unblemished.Guilt-free.