Dear diary, i defame you,
i talked to CX last night over my rent's phone, we whispered l o v e
between the line ,(just so much for us to neither hear), calling each other
nothing, proclaiming this missing of our selves when physically together. I know this Meingh, and she is solidly my mate,
my true blue pal, my last solice in a calm remote ocean.
i miss you shades, & that special sun you can not learn to greet, for it is brutal all ways Though i laugh Joyfully to see your eyes, smile, and aincent grace.