Sunday, July 8, 2012. I rest my eyes upon you,. Your body; Broken, penetrated, bruised. The youth, the strength, both disguised. Under hospital sheets and dressings. The arms that held me, lay still by your side. The legs that carried you. Have taken their last step. I hold you close to me and I gaze upon your semi lifeless face. Taking you in, images, images. Running my fingertips across your cheek, I feel the stubble that tickled my chin. When you kissed me slowly. I know it, it.

If you could say something to Justin Bieber . And I really like u.

The last time you and I shared the open road was in May 2008. I owe you much of what my life has become .

My futile correspondence with Blogger about Censorship. Will not display this button.