Friday, May 7, 2010
"There were nights that I couldn't sleep, that the nightmares were so real I would wake up gasping for breath and fighting for my life. I would sit by my window and stare out at the stars and the glowing moon that illuminated the harsh world so brightly.
I would sit and watch, and listen to my father cry. Each sob that escaped him in the darkness of the night wound it's way down the hall, into my room, and embedded itself into my soul."