Sometimes it's the economy, or your relationships. You don't have time. But sometimes you told me it was all you had. It would be five years till I would hear from you again. Seasons come and go, but you never change. Your absence is a wind, always at my back. I always wondered what that void was, it was what you lacked, not me. Sometimes I cry over the fact, but usually I just feel nothing, sometimes an abundance of over flowing somethings, somethings no, sometimes people happen for a reason. And all I can hear is,"the lack there of, the lack there of" but all I want to do is scream, you said you'd be there for me. Man dude, I've got so many things to say to you. Your voice will never reach my ears, just your genes. Call me dramatic, but just like Josh said, Were only addicts with a pen. Sometimes i tell myself if I know myself more, than I'll know you. But that doesn't feel true, I don't know what to believe. Because the simplest foundational things in people's lives...they seem impossible.