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?