The last week I've been thinking about you more than I have for several months. I've even shed some tears, but it's been nearly two years now. I can't seem to forget and the memories just get more beautiful for every tear that fills my eyes.. 
  
    I've realized that I'm no longer in connection with anything. I'm just doing what I should, what I like but without a connected soul. I'm decetring myself from the world, from people I should be close to...
 
   I'm stressed, I'm a perfectionist. I want to be proud of my work, of myself and my accomplishments. No one sees the battle inside, but I don't see anyone else's battle either so then we're in it togheter. 

   Living in a bubble, stroking my own chin with a beutiful memory as I see a pile of work in my head that I shed from and craddle in a fantasy.

/Many boys are many thoughts.