and her perfect little world she had built so carefully
out of dreams and hopes
came crashing down,
and took the breath right out of her.

she lays,
tainted, disgusted with herself,
and most of all, she is alone.
it's just 10,000 miles till sweet respite
and you can't imagine the way she feels.
and she wonders,
when did the sun become too much to bear?
the wind is bitter and biting,
and yet she goes.

After all these years of writing the perfect speech in my head...



I still have no idea what to say.




























happy birthday, you're more missed than you will ever know.