We have come to terms.
Imagination and Memory are the same thing which for diverse considerations have diverse names.
Is it sad this is dead? That I'm sitting here in this room, at this computer, typing on this keyboard that has spilled out thousands of emo-laden words that never made much sense, silently listening to music on the headphones. But things are different nowadays. Rob has those things he wants, hard work, great friends, a great woman, and a growing collection of songs, movies, and useless trivia.
I'll never get over the fact that thing is most likely dead. I still have relapses now and then, falling into a pile of sadness and sometimes I wish I could just emote on this damn thing, for no apparent reason.
If this is truly the end, even if for just a period of time, I bid you goodbye.
Later.
Is it sad this is dead? That I'm sitting here in this room, at this computer, typing on this keyboard that has spilled out thousands of emo-laden words that never made much sense, silently listening to music on the headphones. But things are different nowadays. Rob has those things he wants, hard work, great friends, a great woman, and a growing collection of songs, movies, and useless trivia.
I'll never get over the fact that thing is most likely dead. I still have relapses now and then, falling into a pile of sadness and sometimes I wish I could just emote on this damn thing, for no apparent reason.
If this is truly the end, even if for just a period of time, I bid you goodbye.
Later.