The day begins with a yellowish tint of light pushing through these sleep deprived eyes, burning me into a slight understanding of what it is to be awake, imediately thoughts of her flood my mind filling these empty resevoirs of life with waters so pure and clean only those who know of true loves exsistence may drink from it. These thought bring me into a uncertainty of longing, for she may not lay beside me but her essence lay thick within my mind. It's weight becomes more apparent throughout my day as I drudge my body along these halls of silent screams, I hear these screams for they originate from within the deep recesses of my unconscious mind. Through these dark waters I walk on but always feeling the resistence, wanting me to stop,but I'll continue to push on just becuase there is hope, she is there not only for herself but for me. She will help guide me through this overgrown world of grief and dissaray. So I open this door sprayed with blood and pain. As it shows me my scars like a mirror, I recoil in horror at the thought "am I worth it?" does this make sense? Though it seems to fit I begin to prob my mind resulting only in memories of pain and loss. With one guided truth spoken ever so softly in my ear as my lips gently caress her soft cheek and so I wake up and begin my day with everything I encounter she will be there with me.