A new day is given to me.
I start by doing my same routine
packed my stuff and went to school.
At school I go to my seat
rendezvous with my friends,
we helped each other quite a bit.
Through our interaction there was bliss
and bliss I had laughed, followed through, and worked.
But I am sorry.
That I laughed today.
I am sorry.
That I followed my friends.
and I am sorry.
That I gave my focus to something else.
Because I know when I laugh,
your heart is aching.
When I followed them,
you were left alone.
When I focused on work,
you were lacking a ear, a hand, or a shoulder.
And then I came in to class tonight
and see that you aren't there
an instant sense drop in atmosphere aroused from within.
I could only ponder..
Where art thou now.
Yet I know where you might be.
in the bottomost of deepest oceans
deepest of an abyss deprived of light
or at the centermost of space
wondering where you belong.
You need a touch.
Yet your physical location became the first concern of my instinct instead
but really where thou art
who else can give the better description
than you alone?
The cruelty of
the full suffering of
the judgement that has
imposed on to you
this that only a solo soul can bear.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond imagination.
Beyond knowledge.
Beyond skeptically accused exaggeration.
Beyond guessing.
But also beyond your belief.
Also beyond your faith.
But my friend,
time can heal, though it can't erase.
So yet I could laugh today!
What adolescence!
In my shame in me I find disgust.
As I retire my day
I feel I'm a failure of custodianship of time.
I failed (which)whom is the source and giver of the biggest meanings of life
Relationships.
I know that I can only sleep now
and wake up later.
But some..one... is.. different...
I am sorry I had only done this much.
I am sorry I had only only done this much,
my friend.
12:31 AM 
