A postcard to Alba J. Narcia : Please mail to Heaven ...

[mthe7thveil]

I'll see u walking down the road and I'm doing much more than I can , tired are the hands , that you bare in seasons but I feel your rest is well , and so,

I'm sad , and I'm Lonely like anything else , and it's harder to hear your voice , it's harder like anything else , so the tears are not like anything else , I miss u cuz I'm not around , I'm trying to fit in like anyone else , this is something we know comes around , and I'm thinking I want you around , but I know u feel something else , something else ....your very close to me probably more than you'll ever know .

What else is there to think about , were all not the same now , but all the same, your rest is well , among the clouds , only we imagine , beyond the stars , to a place of no death or sickness.

MAB