he hasnt been back. she's eerily but understandably happy, and everyday im waiting for her to come back to grace her day with smiles, cut fruits and cook my legumes, give her my magazines and we're all wondering - how long will this peace last? she's mustering her courage but there is no way out. im seething inside, angry at the world - breaking people with scars so deep they dont quite bleed.

a creator of happiness
a dreamer of better things