The saints are coming...

5 years ago today I became an orphan. Not in the real sense of the word, but I lost my best friend, my mentor, my mother, my father, my idol all wrapped into one single glorious individual. Our bond was shattered instantly, without any warning and I've been trying to find a way to fill the void ever since. It hasn't been easy. At times I almost thought I'd come close. But as it always turned out, I was just chasing a dream that can never come true...

The day before yesterday, I broke. I cried in what seems like forever and I thought my tears were shed because the pressure and stress that is my life just came crashing down all at once. I blamed their false promises and vicious deeds, but now I know that my tears were in memory of Her and what she gave me and ironically took away. As I walked towards the graveyard of buried souls, I noticed something I never did before. Her pressence and her essence in the streets and all around me, were so spontaneously obvious as life itself. All I needed was the words to express it...

The thing about days like today, is that they never seem to end. They stretch on for countless days, months, years, as their melanholic breeze reminds us that even though we can pretend, even though we can forgive, even though we can move on, we never really forget...