A darkness... Blacker than the space it moves through. Very poetic.

There are just times when you wish there was somebody out there who cared enough about you to remember you are alive, you know? Friends are gone. Family is gone. Empty apartment.

There are times when I really wish I was already up in Washington. I still wouldn’t have any friends around, but at least I’d have my brother who’d be there at the end of the day. You know, someone I could talk to.

As it stands right now, the plants just aren’t holding up their end of the bargain.