This is something I wrote about a week ago. Life. Shame, shame, funny how it all works out, how love can be so great, so great that when you are deprived you feel pain, constant pain. And when you see even the smallest chance you jump at it, then you realize that chance may have been beautiful and wonderful, but the big picture of things is you want love again, the love you had. I want the love I had, but I guess I lost track of that, I wanted love period and I thought I had found it. I was wrong, but its ok, it was worth a try and life can still go on living. 'Chance' you are great, dont forget it, I'm apologize for the grief and guilt trips, I'll try not to put you through that any more. Here is the poem that I wrote. When memories flood with the one I love, this is how I feel. Conversation. Hello Friend Hello End What is life? Life is pain What is death? The cure What is the cost? More pain More tears You will cause grief Or will you? Will they care? Will it really matter? It will probably be painless No one will care no one will mind Where do I find it? Anywhere Everywhere Where ever you'd like Your death... Yours is free Painless Peace Only peace. There is another that I wrote that I think was just as good, but I do not have it with me, I shall post it though if you would like.