blank.

Something is amiss.

My mind can't quite put a finger on it,

But it's pretty sure my heart knows.

It doesn't hurt either.

Maybe because the gradual decline of our communication already prompted this to come about.

If we mattered so much to each other, we'd try harder.

But we don't because... because we lacked so much to start with.

A foundation. -At least a sturdy one.

Our current priorities too, they differ.

The monster came and kidnapped you with it.

So you've left.

To fight it.

Yet to come home.

And I'm home but I'm leaving.

What will remain?


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How awesome's Mac's Photobooth's 'color pencil' effect?

Mmmmm...moody mood moods!