The S℮cr℮t Room

You'll have to forgive me if I say anything out of line.

It's 1:30 a.m. and they just left to be alone for the remainder of the nite.
So therefore, my mind has gone to wander about thoughts of you, and other things I am missing.
I was in the record store delivering some cds last week, and I found myself thinking of your musical tastes. Looking for t-shirts that would catch your eye. I saw a book that I wanted to tell you about, but in a second thought, I'm sure you already know about it. You were always teaching me. Art makes me think of you in the same way.
I miss you, if only for your friendship. And I can say that b/c you don't read these parts of the internet.

For the last month or two, I've had so many thoughts of needing to make a change. A change in myself. I don't laugh like I used to. I'm angry. I'm not doing the things that make me feel alive. I'm not keeping in touch with folks like I should. Truthfully, it seems I'm really good at keeping in touch with memories. And honestly, I just feel like I've lost something. Or several somethings. This is so much deeper than I'm leading on. I don't want to get serious, sad, or melancholy. I only feel the need to let someone know how I try to do the rite thing.
Some days I'm so lost and troubled. Is this normal? Will I ever grow up?

It seems most of the good things are so far away. I've always been someone who enjoys the little things in life. Sometimes I understand it might not seem that way, but it's true. I know rite now I need to make the effort to re-direct my focus.

Life is so simple if we can just let it be.
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