Hopefully the presence of someone somewhat removed from it all will keep me from bawling throughout the Leonhard Cohen show. I cried all the way to work. I'm afraid to talk to....anyone, about it....ever? Am I really afraid forever? Is it mine and Leonhard's alone forever? His songs my salvation, his lyrics the thinnest thread of light that reached into the darkest demon realm and gave me something to hold onto....until. It was a brutal brdo. But it's all over now. I pray I pray I plead I bow I am grateful no matter what.... I'm just going to a show. I'm not going back. Please may I never go back. I pray I pray I plead I bow--grateful, humble, free.