losses and gains, goodbyes and forgottens.

farrah, michael: enjoy the heavens.
i've noticed that when someone close to you dies it's disappointing to see the next sunrise/sunset. the celestial movement that typically seems so mundane suddenly becomes another sign that despite any personal tragedy, life does continue.

in totally unrelated news, i'm beginning to worry. how am i ever supposed to make any sort of indicative imprint on the world if i can barely maintain any personal connections beyond their requirement?

some notes.

dear blogster,
why is it that your blank slate appearance is suddenly more terrifying than an empty ms word document?

dear birmingham,
i miss you still, even though i'm currently within your borders.

dear sterling,
hurry up!

as always,
audrey at sea.