rikkygirl

"Last night, I wanted to cry."
          	The truth is I ended up crying, but I won't tell you that.
          	"Why?" you ask in a slightly rasped voice.
          	Sorry, but I can't tell you. Sometimes, the life of man is as complex as the flights of the birds in the sky.  We just can't wrap our heads around it. There are a million things waiting to be said, but you will not hear them from my mouth.
          	"Nothing." I reply.

rikkygirl

"Last night, I wanted to cry."
          The truth is I ended up crying, but I won't tell you that.
          "Why?" you ask in a slightly rasped voice.
          Sorry, but I can't tell you. Sometimes, the life of man is as complex as the flights of the birds in the sky.  We just can't wrap our heads around it. There are a million things waiting to be said, but you will not hear them from my mouth.
          "Nothing." I reply.