Ever since you left me I feel like I have been asleep. Nothing feels real. Not even the needle that drew this new tattoo in my arm felt real and neither does the art it left behind. 
The other day i was driving and i thought maybe i am lucky to have lost people, to keep losing people; it means that I am always changing and so is my life. Maybe its those people who have the same friends forever -who keep all their high school friends, college friends and integrate them with their childhood friends and live "happily ever after" in a circle--maybe its those people who aren’t truly learning or evolving. And maybe its a life like that that would drive me insane, maybe all the circles would make me dizzy. I beg and yearn for new experiences and to meet new people, its what truly tortures me is the lack of opportunity i feel to do so. And i don’t like to do things that most people like to do. I think that's why i liked him so much, as a friend, as a man. because he was the kind of guy who would get excited for a Tuesday. We were both the kind of people to get excited for Tuesdays. not the kind who wait for the weekend, for the summer, for this or that. but we could have the best time any day, sharing drinks and long talks, safe and warm in the fire of each other.