Dunno really...I wish the phone would ring, but it won't, I wish that I didn't feel the need to cry all the time, but I do.
Sick of being cold, sick of being alone, sick of life.
Raven Armor
Dad's DedicationA memory, a thought, an emotion. For what it’s worth or more like who.Dad's Dedication
Everyday, it sinks in just a little more. I go to turn on the computer, and “Highway 61 Revisited” is still on the desktop. I played it today. Let Bob Dylan’s harsh, raspy tell me all the lines my dad used to quote.
A memory of his younger, freer years, of the childhood that shaped the man who shaped me. A memory of the endless hours of conversation about anything and everything. A memory of someone to talk to. Someone who knew me, who could track every thought I had because many times we were one mond. We always sa
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