Thoughts

I have little in the way of thoughts that do not relate to what will become of this. Lina and I are no longer together, the growing child inside of her is no more. There is nothing that we truly share any longer except the love of my daughter. I only wish it had been easier, that she had felt the same. Instead, this guilt gnaws away at my insides. What a heavy conscience I bear. At least the moon has been shining for me.