for my baby fred,
i know how that feels, that trapped, no-way-out-feel, gotta breathe, gotta smell the air, gotta breathe and know, trust, know i may feel alone, but i am not alone. i am loved. once someone told me i was a diamond tossed around in dirt & dust made by mostly others, but also myself. i don't know how, or why, or what. i feel too much, i see too much, it is all too much...just breathe...air, get air, from above. know you and i are not here alone, not by one bit... we are being loved , and watched over by those who love us, cherish us, who won't let us crumble into ourselves...who will hold us up when we fall down...there, here by your side they will always be.
i love you my dear sweet broken baby. your heart will heal. in time.