On a Weekend, From Long and Clouded Daze
A day can slip. By a loss of thoughts, or overfed feelings. Bye. Memories mingling before the grasp, evaporating, shifting, before remembered. Dried out eyes and sad soul belly make wakeful nights and wakeless days. All mixed and meandered toward a mind confused..We miss.
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thats melloncholie and bittersweet.
how are ya !!!
i logged back in after years. hope you're well
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Hi Omar, doing good. ;) That post was written at a time amidst grief, after a very close friend had passed away, so rightly identified as melancholic sentiments. But as we know how life keeps always moving, in this moment when I finally got around to seeing your comment, things are well!
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how wonderful to hear from you Michael. I thought LJ had turned into a complete deadzone. Sorry for your loss of your friend.
Glad things are well, things are pretty well here too, I've been living closer to the water these last several years, would be neat to see ya sometime. Do you ever get out near Ventura county?
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Not too regularly. But agreed that it's nice to hear from you as well, and glad to know you're doing good!
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