pelafina

I come across that letter every so often.

And my insides catch on fire less each time, the curtin rises, and I see
the author for what they are... a sad little child grasping at straws.


I've never read those stale ramble cards all the way through before
today.

My conclusion?

Pearls, water, angels, shadows, rare plant life, and desert sand... are
nothing more then excuses for the deeper meaning of...

YOU HAVE NO ONE.


I know you will never know of this. And even if you did know of my
little dwelling here, you maynot even know I am speaking of you.



You're long gone from this home. And that heart.
Today your letter of cowardess has finally become complete
meaninglessness. And will find its home in the trash where it belonged
months and months ago.

Kudos however for the insparation to fly back to northwestern skies. Its
brought my home closer in heart. Its brought OUR home closer to heart. I
don't expect you to understand concepts like our and heart. Perhaps if I
called it sacrafical lambs and card tricks you would understand better.
But its not worth it anymore.


Harah for the exodus of your bitter little claws. You have no meaning or
power in my families life. That's right family. Can you wrap your mind
around that?


P.S. Most importiantly, it was a choice he made. It was an action
thought out. And no ones lives were "ruined", except for maybe yours.
But you did it to yourself after all. Didn't you?





*breaths out ash and smoke*

Fires out.
*n