We lost each other when we lost the last bit of sanity we had left in our minds after all the times we fried. Fried every other day. One day it’d 2-3 tabs, other days we’d be breaking up crystal rocks in our water. I remember the first time we tripped together I looked at you and cried as if you were some kind of god, a part of Mother Nature that I wanted to lie and be surround in. I knew when we went too far, took too much because when I looked at you for to long, your face would start distorting and I felt like I no longer knew who you were and that scared me. In some ways I feel like we’ve got to know each other better on acid, who we were truly. And in some ways, I think that’s what’s caused us to break apart the last year. We lost ourselves, lost our minds literally. I truly hope one day, when we find ourselves again I’ll get to meet you and you’ll love yourself and the person you've become.