October, 1974. Auckland, New Zealand.

  One unfulfilling day painfully bleeds into the next.

  There are no colors.

  There are no flavors.

  There are no odors.

  There are no sounds.

  There is no sleep for those on nightmare’s edge.

  The unshakable belief in myself is forever  shattered.

  The cross,

  the sword,

  and the stone,

  will break.

  I am lost without her.