In a little while from now, if I'm not feeling any less sour, I promised myself to treat myself and visit the nearby town. Climbing to the top, I threw myself off in an effort to make it clear to him ever what it's like when you're sad and left standing in the lunch at a church where people say, and my God, that's tough. She stood him up, no burning eyes remaining. May as well go home, as I'll be on my own, alone again, naturally. To think that only yesterday I was here for pride and gay. Looking forward to what would I do, the role I was about to play. But as if to knock me down, reality came around. And without so much as a mere touch, cut me into little pieces. Leaving me to doubt, talk about God and His mercy, or if He really does exist, why did He desert me in my own need? I truly am indeed, alone again, naturally. It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world than the world that can't be mended, left unattended. What do we do? What do we do? Now looking back over the years, whatever else that appears, I remember I cried when my father died, never wishing to hide the tears. And at 65 years old, a mother can't rest her soul, couldn't understand why the only man she had ever loved had been taken. Leaving her to start with her heart so badly broken, yet despite encouragement from me, no words were ever spoken. And when she passed away, I cried and cried all day, alone again, naturally. Alone again, naturally.