It's absence..

A place to dream that she would be...



Toys that she could be hugging..



A candle to bring back her light.


And the labrynth to remember everything that I've forgotten..
I can't take a photograph of what isn't right in my world. It's the absence that defines it. It's a she that should be here but isn't. I can fill up this blog's with things...but what actually shows a loss... a missing piece?
I miss you...