the sun has been gone so long that i dare say that his memory is slowly leaving mine. i much prefer the days to be this way. they tend to agree with the melancholy in me, and help my daydreams flourish. thoughts of far off lands, and loves even farther. the music playing cradles these thoughts and longings. i can almost smell the grass, hear the water, feel the wind. in an instant i am there. all that is reality is suddenly a daydream. a daydream of monotony and boredom. and on those thoughts, i will not linger. life is more pleasant on days like today...or life as i imagine it should be. no, i don't miss the sun.

"i lay up all night thinking, about everything i need and everything i think i need, all the love i think i need, and all the love i've known." -- denison witmer