Feb 21, 2009 03:02
Dear You,
Writing this note at 3am on a friday morning would lead you to believe i am just returning from my night of general debauchery, and how sweet it would be if that were the case. my days of partying past me shortly after that day actually. at the time those first 6 months seemed eternity, and life continued for all. i took things mostly out on myself in various acts of super existentialism. since, i have been farther, never closer to the bottom or the top as before, but certainly on the move. every move seems farther from those times. constant movement for the sake of moving. i have watched as wheels have spun, yours and mine. i have for the most part accepted the necessity of my movement beyond you. but as much as the rest of me has moved on parts remain stuck thinking and caring, wondering... it can never exist farther from anywhere but my mind and dreams, but in these times those are better than nothing. i miss you more than you miss me. i need you more than you need me. but our lives continue and i simply sit back and help where i can...
better than nothing right?
signed,
me