You were the batteries to my clock.
Since you have been gone my time has stopped. I keep telling myself that the memories will fade. Yet still they stand, years later, screaming in my mind everyday. I even still dream of what we will become. Even though I know that you are gone, I can't help but to keep holding on. Although now, I'm starting to question, does time even really exist? Or have I passed on to another phase of life? One where "Satan" gets his kicks? I suppose a "Normal" person may not think the same as I, but live the life that I have and think differently. Go ahead and try. We have lived a life so different I don't think you would ever understand. I stayed a child while you grew up and became a man...
We would have lived a different life had I not lost track of the time...
