new type of night.
last night as i laid on the couch for a good 2.5 hours of reading, i thoroughly enjoyed diving into somebody else's life for a moment in time. i then got up to go to my room before washing dishes. check my cell phone and there's a message...
dave's been MIA since noon, have i heard from him?
no. i hadn't since the previous day. now the idea of being in someone else's shoes became too much... i got so worried i felt nauseous. i called bob and said i hadn't heard from dave at all, but to let me know if he does.
trust me, there is good reason to worry when someone like him falls of the face of the earth. we've become so close-but-distant (can't really explain this) that i have the puffiest eyes in the world today from thinking, maybe, the edge swallowed him for good.
this morning i got word: he did resurface. can't say my whole perspective on life hasn't shifted, yet again, and am, once again, questioning what i believe.
the dishes are still dirty.
dave's been MIA since noon, have i heard from him?
no. i hadn't since the previous day. now the idea of being in someone else's shoes became too much... i got so worried i felt nauseous. i called bob and said i hadn't heard from dave at all, but to let me know if he does.
trust me, there is good reason to worry when someone like him falls of the face of the earth. we've become so close-but-distant (can't really explain this) that i have the puffiest eyes in the world today from thinking, maybe, the edge swallowed him for good.
this morning i got word: he did resurface. can't say my whole perspective on life hasn't shifted, yet again, and am, once again, questioning what i believe.
the dishes are still dirty.
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