~~ @Angela Wilcox 2014
You see, there is something
So different when I am with you.
I can lose myself... completely.
A sometimes irreverent but thoughtful look at the world, as filtered by my heart, soul, and imagination. The death of my friend Cindy Graeff caused an epiphany or two for me regarding blogging. "Holy Hell" was a favored expression of Cindy's and used in a wide variety of situations. I decided at some point that it just fit. Many thanks to her for the smile it will always bring to my heart.
~~ @Angela Wilcox 2014
You see, there is something
So different when I am with you.
I can lose myself... completely.
~~@2016, Angela Wilcox -- From the Archives. Where would music be, without the broken heart... this would not make a good song... but it's fragmentation accurately reflected my heart, twisted and torn... truth be told, there rarely is a last... we long to be connected up until the day we die...
You get to be the last,
The one I loved the most.
You get to be the one,
Who holds my heart alone.
There were others before you,
But none who can compare.
I try to imagine loving someone else.
The pain of trying steals my breath.
In the end, we enter the world alone.
And that is how we will exit.
Thank you for loving me.
You changed my life.