Saturday, March 17, 2007


The chair has been knocked out.

I'm floating in a most of peculiar way.

I feel lost and out of sorts.

When will you visit me again?

I miss you.

You made me laugh

harder and louder than anyone

you're gone


I feel disconected

I've noticed your absence

It feels like I'm not real

death does that

makes the living feel unreal


well dear friend

We'd surely be drinking if you were here

so cheers

I miss you.

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