Star gazing,
Rummaging through memories and fantasies alike
Remembering your feel, your smell and your sweet taste
Fantasies of the things we could do in your new place. I can feel my heart plummeting,
Dropping into the abyss of something so vast and beautiful but seemingly just as vast and useless
A slave to my own brain recreating the same rhetoric
Sometimes even longing for my own personalized noose on the popular tree. Blood on the leaf pile I lay in to star gaze
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The Journal Of The Nameless And Faceless
Non-FictionThis is my journal, a slightly egotistical, self centered, loving, faceless and nameless guy.
