the year feels eternal the solitude echoes through the emptiness inside this heart I'm trying to write to you I try not to hold on to things to fill the void but just be be here now maybe the saints were alone maybe the martyr maybe none of us are perfect maybe we can just be good ... let me be good and relieve the pain somewhere and leave someone better so no one feels what I feel ... and know please know that when my eyes or my thoughts see you they only see you not an illusion and there is poetry ...
Regarding Samuel 