Sometimes, 'specially when it's getting late, I start thinking of endings. A very Dear Friend,
jaylake, has gotten his Terminal Cancer Dx, w/ETD of 9-24 months (minus 1 already). My feelings're way intense. There're really no appropriate words, just thick, rolling waves of sadness, anger, rage, acceptance, on 'n' on, over 'n' over. And so I do what I do and work on putting together a compilation or twelve of songs as the tears course down my cheeks and my heart aches. *sigh*
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