I have an obssessive compulsive habit of putting things back to where they belong but don't form any ideas of me being a neat sorta person. It's comforting to know you can always find things where they are cos they will always be there but as usual, people come in to mess it up.
"and we don't know just where our bones will rest, to dust I guess, forgotten and absorbed to the earth below"
Do you remember the time when Tower Records still existed at Pacific Plaza many light years ago (when we were still in junior college)? I saw you in a totally fuckedup retro blue long sleeve shirt browsing at the CD shelves (at the U-Z section I think). The moment I saw you upon entering the store I ran away cos i knew there was nothing to say after the years of awkward silence. Everytime I get real drunk, I wanna call you up and tell you I things I know the aftermath I'll kill myself for but thank goodness it remains a want.