I haven't been able to sleep for days, well weeks maybe at that. Something was amiss in my life, I knew it, I knew part of it. Now it is four-thirty in the morning, I'm drinking hot soy chocolate and trying to blog full this hole I have that I didn't have a few days before. I had filled it with the love I had for others. It was stuck tight with devotion and loyalty I gave, freely, and enjoyed giving it more than I knew then. Why is the hole empty? It was a lie, not to me, but to whom it was given. It was taken with such greed, the value was never noticed. My value was never noticed. Good thing I did. Just took me most of my life.