Well, you're home again.

I wonder when it happened, when I began to look forward to your leaving, to love your absence. Its a bitter thought, but my heart is sour.

I believe we made that mutual oath. We would have, if you were the man I thought you were. It has been forgotten somehow, in our daily lifes. We never did tell each other how much we loved each other before. Or did you tell me? I seem to have forgotten.

I've never seen the tears you cried for me. But I have cried tears for you, my love for you like prongs in my soul, and I detest it, yet nourish it as part of myself. Because it is. I see you, and you are a mirror of me (or rather, I of you), and it tears me apart, that I took so long to see you - that dark figure, as small as me, bearing more scars, but in our wrinkled, aged palms, holding the same heart.


Hugs are my secret weapon against nostalgia. I have embarked on my hugging spree in school. Please see me in my class if you wish to be hugged and loved.

I love you all. I hope you guys know this.


And get well, _____. I'll drop by your ward soon with flowers and get-well-soon junk, because I cared, or because you bothered. Whichever you prefer. Its your job, but, well.

Augustana
BOSTON

In the light of the sun
Is there anyone, oh it has begun
Oh dear you look so lost
Eyes are
red and tears are shed
This world you must've crossed

You said, you
don't know me, you don't even care
You said, you don't know me, you don't
wear my chains

Essential and appealed
Carry all your thoughts across
an open field
When flowers gaze at you
They're not the only ones
Who cry when they see you

You said, you don't know me, you don't even care
You said, you don't know me, you don't wear my chains

She said I
think I'll go to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start
it over, where no one knows my name
I'll get out of california, I'm tired of
the weather
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain
I think
I'll go to Boston
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town,
to leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice

Boston,
Where no one knows my name.

{I'll be there as soon as I can, but I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before.