I laughed at that joke you said about (put topic here) because it reminded me of a time of which life wasn’t as hard as it is now.  where friends were less obnoxious and drunk and high and more on fun and bliss and oh so fucking great.  a time where you’re primary concern at the end of the day is what to watch on TV at 8:00 pm.

But then again, when you talked about (put topic here), it reminded me on how time never waits for anyone.  Where death might be around the corner and just waiting for you to trip and fall and maybe die in an instant.  on how life is so vast and incomprehensible and so Great but is so simple to severe it, and so is love.

that very conversation I had with you had me at the ropes, on a thin line between “happiness” and “disparity and depression”.  the very presence of you has me befuddled as fuck and against all common sense and logic, I’m still wanting and looking forward to seeing you and talking to you again amidst all these contradictory conjencture.

I don’t know what I mean by that, But I mean it.

what I said in a dream of mine… . (translated to english)