So dark, so cold and dry, no hope to live nor die, thin rope hanging from the sky with hopes the sun will rise to warm and bring a piece of me to life and paint my world with love and feelings I never tried ... we learn as we go through but not everything we knew is necessarily true, love and the time it needs can be few days not weeks, logic that I on rely, can be blown by a look in her eyes, unique and pure her heart her soul, I'll never feel the warmth behind the walls, my heart my soul my whole and all of my world belongs to her in all ...