what you do not understand is that - i am grieving.
--in the silent hours between midnight and daybreak, in the secret place between carelessness and selfishness, in between quiet affection and deafening confusion, in between what is right and what is wrong
--and all of these, in complete honesty of what we are, and what we are not.
i know what we are, and what we are not
--and i am grieving the loss of what we could have been.