withdrawal
i feel alone.
and i haven't even withdrawn from anyone yet.
what's happening?
life goes on
because when i look at you, i'm reminded of all the simplest things i love. like the warmth of the sun after a heavy downpour. the smell of new and old books. the sound of a person typing on a noisy keyboard like he's got a great great idea he needs to write down lest he forget. and of an acoustic guitar being broken in. the feeling of cold water running down your throat on a hot day.
Sam: Well how do you feel?
i was talking to a friend a while ago about changing facebook statuses.