Have you ever missed people, and not called them, because they're no longer the person you miss? How ridiculous. Some old betrayal and transmuted them into some strange ambiguous form.
I should be doing work for finals, but I'm poking through the "cemetery" of photos of dead friends. A significant motivator? What would they be doing with their time, if they were the ones sitting in this chair with a test on Monday, instead of me. A lot still comes down to the fact that they would have been a good lawyer, but they are gone. It's up to me to chase down those dreams of education now, and I cannot be wasting time mourning. Nevertheless, my fingers would caress a headstone properly tonight, and then I would sigh loud enough to be heard. Long weeds blowing like grass too long. So long.