There’s a hole in my heart meanwhile my soul overflows. The overflow makes up for the lack of sustenance. It’s the obvious factor of a broken heart. Look elsewhere and fill the soul to it’s capacity. Perhaps even overflow beyond it’s limitations. Let your life be filled to the fullest possible measure. So full should your life be that you are enraptured in all of the beauty this life truly has to offer. Fill it with abundance, love, joy, people, friends, family, kinship, compassion, ideas, thoughts, activities more than it can bear.Fill it to forget. Fill it to replace what’s not there. Fill your soul up with overflow that is unnecessary. Do what you can to make up for the loss. Laugh at the ridiculousness of life when really all you want to do is cry. We’re free to choose. This is the thing. We can live in sorrow and despair. Or we can move forward in belief and hope of a brighter day. Perhaps tomorrow a possibility beyond this imagination will arrive? Maybe tomorrow I once again will feel alive. Tomorrow there is a promise of the unknown. There will be new encounters, new thoughts, new exchanges. The possibilities abound far greater than this mind can imagine. What I conjure has limitations. What life has to offer does not. We don’t know what tomorrow has in store. God has it noted. There’s a plan in place for what will happen next. How our lives will unfold is up to us, but only to an extent. How we receive what happens, totally in our control. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but the hope of it makes me want to live another day. In the despair of grief and in the captivity of sorrow I cannot bear another tomorrow. In the vivid glory of hope I see the unfoldment of such beauty and magic. Yes I want to live another day.