The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need of aid from them - she was the Universe.
I missed you as the wind misses the inside of those holes that form inside of swiss cheese, as the ocean misses the stuff that falls from overpasses filled with rush hour traffic, as the the days last sun rays of light miss the surface of a puddle of polluted sludge on the top floor of a parking garage.
You know something....if it werent for Lestat keeping me company all this time I'd be sore at you....But he cant exactly fill your shoes, close but not enough theres like half an inch left to fill lol...Ive missed you very much Nicolas...how was your vacation?
divine_elegy on November 13th, 2008 04:29 am (UTC)
My vacation was certainly nothing worth discussing. It was no Disney Land down there, but I don't think that any of that matters now. It's good to be back where I belong.