Time is the enemy. Time is the healer.

On a less even-toned note, this is torture.

I miss a friend.

The world has only so much to offer. Maybe you’ll find your gold in real conversations, with…real…people.

In between (not) fighting our vices and (not) maintaining our weights, we must remember that the age is past when wonderful things would happen to us. That time is upon you when you must go and make wonderful things happen to yourself.

I wrote in snippets, because my thoughts came in snippets. Hopping heedlessly from lost dream to dream, they ricochet off the walls of my mind, driving me mad, mad mad.



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