hey beautiful. i miss you alot. i wish you would talk to me more. ...why dont you talk to me any more? we used to be so close...now i never see you and words are unable to be held together...too much air stringing them out i think. im not sure though. why is it like this? we used to be happy? right? i thought we were. when did this horrible seperation occur. im so lost...confused...so willingly. micro's horrible. i curse too much every other word is an obscenity. every gesture every thing is a gross exageration of what i really feel i feel nothing. window box for safekeeping its getting cold, frost is bad for delicate things they never grow back the same ...such a shame oh, so now you talk? well, at least you agree. ive always agreed, i just didnt think you needed me. how can you not think i need you? you mean so much.. how can you attach meaning to anything?...silly girl im not sure, how can you take it away? maybe thats a better question. a better question perhaps, but still not the right one. you're going in the wrong direction, are you blind? i think i am, i know my visions getting worse, my glasses are far too old. im leaving again now. why do you say things like that? i was never here to begin with. oh. now i see... do you? no, i thought you needed reassurance. what would you be able to ever offer me as reassurance? everything. bye. bye. | 
