Two entries before this, I wrote entirely on how God made life unfair for his people. He grants you people you meet in life, and he retrieves them back to him just as abruptly. I'm ashamed, that even after more than two and a half years since her being gone, I'm still traumatised. We're only but a tool; an instrument at his beck and call.

I'm wondering, if the skies high above all I can envision clear, if you know I'm still dependant on the thought of trying to keep the memories around so that nothing will be able to be erased; if I will ever be able to gaze into your eyes and know that I'm never standing lonely?

Or are you lost in the dark netherworld? I try not to think.