Shiado-Liver

Dearest love of mine, It has been a heard year without you. The seasons keep changing, But this feeling is persistent as ever. Though I am not sure what that feeling is. Somehow I have managed to make it this long. Not once has it been easy though. Music somehow does not bring me the joy it once used to. Just the memories that I have been trying to suppress. Under rocks, in the rivers, the oceans, Burn them in the leaves, Leave them in the soft earth, And even though Mother feels my pain, The memories still show in the tears I cry for you. Rain, snow; none of it washes it away. The pain of emptiness will stay forever vacant. N