To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Zorak likes to pretend everything is alright, but I know he only smiles to make me feel better.

He can be so cold and bitter, I can understand why in some ways, it's not like things have been tip-top for me, but I wish he'd smile for real for once. Just once. Even if it was just for me.

He was wearing long sleeves again, and it's warm out today. I'm sure he and his dad got into it again. Next time...

Next time I'll step in. I won't stand for that.

He should be a father. Not a monster.

Posted by Lucas Wylder at 3:26 PM 0 .spoke.

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