Words from TheGoodGirl: Death Anniversary

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

How do you measure, measure a year?

-         - Seasons of Love (Rent)

It has been a year.

And what a year it has been.

If I were to paint it, I might run out of colors.

If I were to sing about it, I’d run out of tunes.

And if I were to write about it, I’d probably run out of words.

And I still wouldn't be able to describe it,

Decipher it,

Explain it,

Or even end it.

Only you could bring about this kind of pain

And only you have the power to take it away,

Or stop it from coming.

Thank you for the memories.

~TheGoodGirl