Life is beautiful... sometimes it seems there are holes in the sky. places where people, events, memories mark the celestial canopy like the walls of a bedroom in a vacant house... marked by nails that once hung those pictures that were the first thing someone saw each morn and one of the last each night. holes in the sky, where someone fell, where something was, where something happened, and these dark spots out shine all the remaining stars. Perhaps these holes are all the larger when what was there falls like a brick. I like the subtle metaphor embedded in the above, and all the opposition.

havent been here in a while, i see what i have been missing... bravo kiddo

it works. good job. i like the message, its heartbreaking. *messenger

wow, you're really beat up about this huh???

very good, flowed nicely, and i love the ending.