Sifting through the past
It's been a while, hasn't it. Sorry, quite a few things happened. Work, obviously, as is family. I did, however, get a new computer built and up and running, noted by the lack of AIM. Also, I went to Kentucky with the group to see family and visit grandma Susie's grave and part of Mom's ashes. Kentucky's nice, yo.
When I got back, though, the case of do nothings hit, and today, oh, today, I went in the wayback machine (with Mr. Peabody) and recovered quite a few files from Claudia, my pre-wal-mart, to 07? computer. Earth, comfort me... Seeing the stuff there has made me cry -- more than once, to be truthful. I found gifts, pics, and other stuff made/given by Taxil and Chibi during the good old days. What an ass I am/was...
One thing has made my situation worse -- a poem I wrote in one of my worried states.
If I lost you
If I lost you,
my cherished friend,
I don't know what'd I do.
Would I see the sky fall,
or would it refuse to give what we need?
If I lost you,
would I go on,
or would I simply curl up and die?
Would anyone notice the end,
or would they just go on?
If I lost you,
you who makes life ok,
will I ever be happy again?
I don't know much,
but I do know one thing.
If I lost you,
my sweetest friend,
I would cry, cry for hours on end.
My friend, my dear dear sweet and pretty friend,
You are in my heart and soul.
Well, my friends, the sky's still there, people barely even noticed, and me? well, I'm rarely happy when I'm not gaming or making nice, and I did cry. I cried for hours on end. I'm still here. Still existing, trying to live.
When I got back, though, the case of do nothings hit, and today, oh, today, I went in the wayback machine (with Mr. Peabody) and recovered quite a few files from Claudia, my pre-wal-mart, to 07? computer. Earth, comfort me... Seeing the stuff there has made me cry -- more than once, to be truthful. I found gifts, pics, and other stuff made/given by Taxil and Chibi during the good old days. What an ass I am/was...
One thing has made my situation worse -- a poem I wrote in one of my worried states.
If I lost you
If I lost you,
my cherished friend,
I don't know what'd I do.
Would I see the sky fall,
or would it refuse to give what we need?
If I lost you,
would I go on,
or would I simply curl up and die?
Would anyone notice the end,
or would they just go on?
If I lost you,
you who makes life ok,
will I ever be happy again?
I don't know much,
but I do know one thing.
If I lost you,
my sweetest friend,
I would cry, cry for hours on end.
My friend, my dear dear sweet and pretty friend,
You are in my heart and soul.
Well, my friends, the sky's still there, people barely even noticed, and me? well, I'm rarely happy when I'm not gaming or making nice, and I did cry. I cried for hours on end. I'm still here. Still existing, trying to live.