I sit here in front of this computer screen accompanied by your words and the music you frequently post. You aren't aware that I like to read your thoughts when you make them somewhat tangible. Sometimes I feel like you do it for me... A selfish thought. The song plays on one tab, the lyrics are discovered on another, as I sit here reading and listening, in awe of the thoughts birthed by a strangers mind: reflections on a portion of a life experience that is seemingly able to mirror this to a tee. How is it that these words have come from someone else? They seem to parallel "us" so well... Uncomfortable and sick in the tumultuous clutter of this room, these words make me feel at ease. It is almost as if you have made them your own, and I can feel you singing to me through this thick plastic film , transcending all laws of science. Everything that surrounds me has dissipated. My senses are embraced by your essence. All I can feel is your kiss, all I can see is your perfect face. And all I can think of is how lucky I have been to experience what I have. It will never be taken for granted. I let my fear envelop me and control my actions. Sometimes I feel like the real me is kept prisoner inside an exterior shell made of steel. I want to let you in, but I feel like the better decision would be to break free. This is not an easy decision. Time has never been a a friend of mine, hardly an aquaintence. All it has done is robbed me of the things i value the most. But I have never hated it as much as I do now. The hour hands mock me as I sit frozen and helpless, awaiting the impending reality of your departure...for the second time. I am a lot of things I don't want to be. I am a coward, a foolish mess, and at the moment, an unabiding audience for your lyrical farewells.