Goodnights

When you have this itchy feeling that there's something in the air...and the denials ring false. There comes a time to say goodbye, even when you know that that was a friendship you hate to see die... when you know, that all of the good is swept from the memory, and all that is remembered is the bad. So, goodnight, and goodbye. As for the rest, it'll have to be sorted in time, not my task. I don't like feeling like... like... I became too sick to even be looked at properly... too real... and it's dark in my soul... because I never like saying goodbyes, and will stick with anything else if I can. If God allows, I'll wave hi one day across a crowd. If not, remember something cheerful.