I am up in th morning... alone.... and br I feel so strange. These have been br days of change. Lights and movement br so fond, yet far. Only once the severity br of the cry... was possible. I try I almost br always to give what my heart knows it the br best. This love for life, this angel of my own, br is in my heart, giving breath to my body and br an archway into a world divine. Hope and love br is a shining interface with the beauty of day and br the picture of night. Just once and only once will br I see the way to go towards a life of giving love and br humility. I cry about these things and love, love, love always. br br ..... this is the day I will be...