Sunday, December 28, 2008 at 2:01am

When the tears subside I will tell you a story. I will tell you a story of passion and of pain, a story of love and fear. I will tell you a story that will swell your heart with pride for love, and also your heart will swell with pain. You will be blinded by tears from your eyes, and washed in their flow. You will feel as I have felt. You will fear as I have feared. You will break as I have, but you will mend as I have not. Such a story can be told to you because your ears can endure it, and your mind will recover. But if I be told it my ears could not bare it, my eyes could not see it. . . my heart still could not take it. My mind would falter and fail me, as my heart would also. My eyes would drown me, and my ears would bleed for hearing my own wailing. All this would I suffer if I were told such a tail as I have to tell you. This is why, for such a story to be told at all, I must live it. I will never tell myself a tail such as this- and no other could conceive it. And so I live it for you. Because you so love to hear my stories. You so love to feel my heartaches. You so love to escape it all, in me. But I can not tell you now, not until the tears subside.