It was supposed to feel like "Paris - Magic man"

Sat in bed again staring out into the valley all night.

Seems like the only way I like myself is medium rare.

Grinding my teeth when I see the pictures we never took.

Chronic self infliction.

Alright.

We were familiar.

were.

I liked the way you sang. and dressed. and lived. and created. and spoke.

We had future.

had.

I loved the way we could just drive. and just talk. and just listen. and just care.

I loved.

Now I try to forget what happened and focus.

Focus because If I dwell and don't focus its all over.

If I don't focus on my mission.....life is over.

So dramatic.

Where did you learn to bleed like this?

I don't know.

Why can't you talk to anybody like you mean it.

I used to.

Why can't you move on?

I...