Broken.
The best word to define the person I am sitting dejectedly on the road watching as the dawn breaks through the dew of the morning. Soon cars will be up on the road but I made no effort to stand up or even make an escape. I am cold, so cold my bones rattles; but it isn't the cold of the day or the slight chill slapping my skin. No. It is the cold of emptiness. The pains of the bottomless pit setting a space in my heart. My tears seized maybe hours, minutes or seconds ago; I can't tell how long I have been here. I didn't care. All I want to do is die but the little pains in my abdomen tells me I can't, that I have someone to live for. The realisation that Elijah is no more with me shatters my soul beyond saving.
You know something peculiar about life itself; when you skin breaks, i
