I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much

1:20 A.M.*
hey, I just wanted to tell you I miss you.
read 1:21

no response.

It's crazy to think that we actually don't know anything.
Well let me rephrase that so it doesn't sound so intense.
We only know something by how we interpret it.
Therefore, our knowledge is 100% dependent on our interpretations.
Unfortunately not all of us interpret everything the same way.
So how do we actually know if we know what something is?
Now there's a lot of exceptions to this like math and science because they do not depend on my interpretation.
But history is very much interpreted by others.
And not just the history of man but the history of the universe.
We seem to forget that we lack the ability to actually understand the nature of universe in general.
We know the how, the what, the where, but not the why.
We do know physics and math and all but those are all elements that are encompassed by the universe.
This is just like how I don't say that you're squamous epithelial cells or a cerbeal cortex. These things are just found in the human body. They don't actually say anything about the character of a human.
We as humans seem to just interpret everything as we journey through our lives
And get so caught up in believing we are supposed to be living our lives to work for money so we can buy the necessities for our survival.
However, that's beyond the scope of what I'm trying to say. We fail to see that the universe is a working system just like the human system.
The universe has a personality and that personality is different for everyone. Just like how you act different to different people in your life.
Now, in order to have a good life you have to be kind to the universe.
We know the most simple way is just do the right thing and be kind to people and treat people with kindness.
I feel like all religions try to say this but they go over board with it.
We can be on the track to world peace if we all just understood that being nice to everything brings a pleasant response.
I think that's the universe's way of telling you that you're living life correctly.

You give me wrinkles worth having.
Even as I write this they are deepening.
I'm replaying endless memories of you.
Thinking of our inside jokes.
Remembering moments only you could make.
Without trying or knowing you can always make me smile