this is the part where you should shut your eyes. this is a series of bad decisions. this is going under the break, sucked back into the wave. echoes of strange voices with robotic tones and throbbing bass lines, darkness and coloured light. i am not too -- for experimentation. i remember what you told me last night, i wish i would have known back then. but its too late now. and its better this way, anyways. sometimes friends are just that.

and now he's gone, and that's good too.

i thought of you* last night, and i wonder if i made a mistake. there would be regret edged into your* memory either way. but i'll see you* again, that i'm sure of.