you’ve been gone since 11:37 this morning. fuck, i miss you. coming back “home” felt like i was not in the right place anymore. i don’t hear your fingers dancing away on your keyboard, i don’t hear your music, i don’t smell your aroma from just washing up before i got home. i don’t hear how you drink your water from that glass water bottle. i hope that place gives you what you need. until i see you again...