Monday, July 09, 2007

talk rhetoric

Why?

Why are we here?

I miss all my friends who can talk like that all day. I miss the nights when we were contemplating suicide and teasing life with a toss of a coin. I miss how the spaces between our words meant so much more than what was written. I miss you. I miss everything.

I spend half my Wednesdays walking alone, talking aloud to the voice in my head. No one else can answer my questions the way you used to. They always said you were stoic, but I knew you were just smart enough to keep your mouth shut whenever necessary.

I miss you. I miss the world.

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