There are days where I sit in my apartment, lying on my couch…and all I can hear is the silence of my heart. I miss you those days, miss hearing you and I wonder if you are alright, if you’re happy and doing well…

…I know you moved on, and I know that you say you are the happiest you’ve ever been. And I know that I am happy that you’re happy…I also know that you were a light of lights in my life, and in this painfully dull world there are so very few who could ever be a light like you were..

…and it makes me feel that much more alone and bitter, not your fault, I’m discontent with the lack of true occult personalities which leaves me an island all alone.