Remembering The Dead

A song trips up a memory of someone who is no longer here. He was a friend, maybe not a close friend, but someone I would wrap my arms around and give a squeeze to, someone I would ask how they were, with genuine interest. I believe this constitutes as a friend. When someone dies... Continue Reading →

Wish You Were Here

We stayed up late and talked about the demons that haunted us and the people we ran with. I looked to you for comfort and everything about you allowed me to feel that way. You are my friend, but you aren’t a part of my life any longer. There was a time when we were... Continue Reading →

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