Loosing sight of sanity quickly like a sly fox in the dark woods. My soul feels as if it's at war with it's self, trying to forget and let go while…still having trouble with holding on. I know I can change nothing. What has happened is done, and can not be undone. But the thoughts still come, taunting me in this way. Questions filter through, Do you still love him? If you don't do you want to? Could you ever give your body to another? Love another? Would you even want to love another? Ever trust another to enter and dwell inside what is so, tender. Will you learn to walk alone? Must you walk alone? And if you do walk alone is it bette