Do you see that picture up above, in the BELIALITH'S TALES front page? See that knight who lay sleeping? The Tin Man. Hahhaa
If I Only Had A Heart
The next day: I miss my sisters. It's so difficult some times. I see the plastic box on my table with Molly' shoes in them, and I wonder what to do with them. They don't fit me, but I don't want to get rid of them because they remind me of her and it feels like she's still here, but I know she's not, and I am so cramped in this apartment with all these boxes of Rosy's and Molly's stuff... I so want to have my freedom again, to move around, to use the dining table, to clean without all this stuff everywhere, but it all happened so fast and I just can't push myself to rush through it, so I stay crowded around with all their stuff. I know what it's like losing people who are dear to your heart, who've been close to you, and know that however many messages you get that they won't be around for long, are not able to be registered by you. It's tough. It's very tough to move along as though nothing happened when their memory is so fresh in my mind. I'll send comfort out to those who also experienced this tearing away of a loved one through death. Death is an evil terrible thing...it has no mercy.
What do you do? What CAN you do?