you and i think about the same things dream the same dreams

introductions are never easy. this one was. so natural. a comfort formerly unknown to the likes of myself. Times like they used to be. missing one intregal part of the equation. A very necessary element. One which science cannot work with out. The experiment is dead.

This is one of those times when going home is hard but always for the best. As much as it hurts. But who else provides this.

I Never asked for this.

What happened to you.

It's hard to take pride when nothing is up to par.

If the look of the country changes with the men we admire, what happens when the really good ones die?

Everything we do is wrong, everything we say is cryptic. How much longer can this go one before i lose it all.

lately i'm feeling lost.