Losing time.Losing Time.Tic toc, tic toc, time is ticking by.She's almost gone, but we need her to hold on, to that last breath to make it.Tic toc, tic toc, time is ticking by.Chances of saving her are unlikely now.She's pale, blue-lipped, and the light of the living in her eyes has started to fade away.Tic toc, tic toc, time is ticking by.She's gone.
Butterflies.Butterflies.It's quiet, all is silent.A faint sound is heard.I turn my head.A butterfly flies past, its wings caressing the the wind.Landing in the palm of my hand, it's wings fragile and gentle.It flies away, and touches the sun.
Mourning.Mourning:I miss him. 15years its been. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. September 11th, I lost my son.Your children are never supposed to pass away before their parents, you know.15 years spent in mourning.I feel I should move on, but I cant.Hes my son, and always will be.I miss him.
:3
But it's be nice if it was, and I'm glad it turned out like that on ze photo xD
I like how my torso looks small.
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