Saturday, October 01, 2005
strange...
it's times like these
when i think of home
and i miss you
i miss sitting on his lap
i miss shopping with her
i miss laughing with her
i miss the times he'd actually talk to me
i miss swimming with him
i miss the mahjong nights
the feeling of home
that i was safe
that someone would take care of me
all the things i've missed
strange...
9:10 pm
alone* in the rain;