christopher

So much love and hate...and they both seem to grow and be cultivated in this world. The sum is some sort of gray mixture, like physicists will say the universe will do because of heat loss. Except it keeps getting more and more gray. Intensely gray. Not light fray, but a gray that smells like skin.
I miss my friends: one is going through a tough time, the other a tougher time. And I feel guilty that I can't be there for both of them at the same time and tell them that they are wonderful, hug and hold them, and tell them that they deserve more than anything in the world to feel loved.