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to miss someone is to feel the worst pain in the world.
why does this keep happening?
found out one of my best friends in the whole world is enlisting in the army. the whole world is enlisting in the army. and i am the sole soul left alone.
so we spent the day, the afternoon, the night together, just living and digging everything we could see. we went to the lake, because at about 5 or 6pm the sun finally came out and the surreal afternoon turned into a beautiful morning. the ducks were chattering about bread, but we didn't have any. i tried to buy some at the marina store, but neither did they. sorry, duckies.
the water was magnificent. clouds reflecting in the blue grey white black colors all over rippling back and forth and round and round and changing, always changing.
inside the marina i saw michael, who i have known since middle school, and who seemed bored out of his mind. i tried to have a nice little conversation with him, and did, only he stayed bored out of his mind.
brian and i went to greensboro, just driving and talking and watching things go by, and finally ended up downtown. we parked the car and instantaneously headed for the train tracks. we walked wherever the tracks took us, over a bridge where we had to tip toe and balance ourselves, past a bum who thought there was some kind of problem. we found a baseball, some old mercedes benzes, and a yard full of sculptures. everything was perfectly beautiful.
the beginning of goodbye. but is it goodbye until he returns, or goodbye to the friend who will never be the same? head. is. aching.
why does this keep happening?
found out one of my best friends in the whole world is enlisting in the army. the whole world is enlisting in the army. and i am the sole soul left alone.
so we spent the day, the afternoon, the night together, just living and digging everything we could see. we went to the lake, because at about 5 or 6pm the sun finally came out and the surreal afternoon turned into a beautiful morning. the ducks were chattering about bread, but we didn't have any. i tried to buy some at the marina store, but neither did they. sorry, duckies.
the water was magnificent. clouds reflecting in the blue grey white black colors all over rippling back and forth and round and round and changing, always changing.
inside the marina i saw michael, who i have known since middle school, and who seemed bored out of his mind. i tried to have a nice little conversation with him, and did, only he stayed bored out of his mind.
brian and i went to greensboro, just driving and talking and watching things go by, and finally ended up downtown. we parked the car and instantaneously headed for the train tracks. we walked wherever the tracks took us, over a bridge where we had to tip toe and balance ourselves, past a bum who thought there was some kind of problem. we found a baseball, some old mercedes benzes, and a yard full of sculptures. everything was perfectly beautiful.
the beginning of goodbye. but is it goodbye until he returns, or goodbye to the friend who will never be the same? head. is. aching.