when I am beyond
the pale of reason,
beyond explanation,
unstable, incapable,
strain all knowing,
snap in growing
through the pain,
doing what I have
no clue, nor what place
I'm going to
or whether its better
or worse, won't matter.
I'm alive if it
isn't the same.
tom wilde
The above writing was written for me and left on the Facebook page this morning and I wanted to share it here too. Words failed me when I first read it and still I struggle with what to say...
Thank you Tom for such beautiful words.