The year was 1991.... a young fledgling rock star from Seattle was in pain. A lot of pain. Rigorous touring was not to blame. Soon the young musician realized something was wrong. Very wrong. His wife, that he'd had memories of but never actually met was missing from his life. From that time period in general. Trapped in 2012, she awaits a way back. A way back to change the future... a future that turns into a place with no Kurt Cobain.

A murder plot that turns into the most famous suicide in history, this site is dedicated to the small story of the husband who left a billion clues for the wife who figured them out.

Now her goal is to avenge her husband's death by pinning the murderer's with their crime...

Meanwhile she pours herself into her journal, awaiting the day she is finally reunited with her husband in time.

Letters to Kurt...


Sunday, June 5, 2011

My heart
Torn in two
Apart
We go through
I pass by a stranger
They are as close
As anyone I know
No one knows me
Like I do
A world as empty
Torn in two
Apart
The only one to
Know my heart
Me
My closest friend
The emptiness
Torn apart
God its been ages
Nothing new
Another city
Another view
A stranger looks me
Up and down
Do you know me
Nothing new
Poured hearts out
To friends one week
Seasons pass
Strangers speak
now Raise a brow
Weren't we close on
Wednesday
Moved on from me
Heart
Worlds apart
One day the same
City view
One day the same
People too
One day the same
And I'll know you
One day the same
Days and weeks
Streets and seasons
Hearts and souls
One day the same
And You'll know me
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