Thursday, September 30, 2010

thursday

I sometimes wonder if Slater deals with this being away from home thing as well as I do. Or if it's all some sort of act. Does he, like me, ever wake up and think this is different, this is strange?

I've never lived with someone for almost nineteen years straight. My parents come in a close second for the Shea Book of World Records. It is strange, I think, to remember those thoughts of he's in there, he's breathing. he seemed happy today. gratitude.

In those times which are some and more often than I care to admit even to myself I like to think he's over there, he's breathing. I'm sure he was happy today.

this is when I get the visual of his smile right there in my head 'cause I remember it.




gratitude.

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