Poor is the man who's pleasures depend on the permission of another.

we will get there, when we get there, dont you worry.

7

I cant see your face Brandon, I know you're gone.

Your Father called me last year.

Sometimes I wish you would still call at random,
your heart racing, i could hear the abuse in your voice,
mossy headed, and innocent,
you did horrible things, but never
rage in your eyes.

I cant see your face anymore.

not even in my head.

your old myspace tells me youd be 25 this year, and holds the only picture i ever took of you.
i miss you so much its unreal, but ill never miss how you scared me.
when you stole that van,
when you shot heroin into your hands,
in my car, in your car, driving, me driving.

i wont miss the evil things you did to me, or made me do.

But sometimes i feel like
i feel
like...
like when you did those thing, it was not with mal intent.

you were hurt,
you were






not confused.

but maybe...


...you were

all i can think is hurt.


I love you.
I will continue to love you,
but i will not strain to keep your memory from fading.




there is more.
so much more i wont even let myself remember.

At least now, i have your email.