I have known you a long time, thought I knew you well... as you stand before me, all I see.. is a stranger.

Does the heart bleed to stop the pain? or does it bleed from seeing you? Will these questions provide the answers that the heart seeks? If not, will it be questions left unanswered. Like the pain caused by something simple as you.

Why the silence...words not spoken...leads to emptiness. Let your eyes roam and see the vastness of the universe. For they hold many things unimaginable.