I miss the years past of sitting in the floor deciding the direction of which our inspiration would flow. Sharing the end result and proudly knowing that in some minute way our paths of thought would parallel. The reflections of light that would spark our initial journey of writings of which most would read and go "wtf". Even in the most dismal of moments we could find comfort and escape just in the company of pen and paper. A moment in which I wish I could ascertain, to vanish from the exasperation that life bares down with currently. Thanks for digging deep into my soul and leaving remnants of you forever in my heart through memories made.
--from my cousin's blog about me
(we were best friends but she had to move several states away)
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