“Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you—except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize…”
– The Fountainhead (pg. 330)
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Ten days, that’s how long it took his roommates to notify the police and file a report he was missing.
Ten days, without his cellphone when he said he wouldn’t be gone long.
Ten days, without the one thing that anyone who TRULY knew him would’ve known he’d never leave for that long under normal circumstances: his guitar.
Ten days… it makes me want to scream.
Is it just a dream Scorpio? It’s not only that you left us. It’s that your most important was nothing to them, nothing… not even a sound they could recognize. That’s the truth. When I close my eyes, I hear it between the lines. Ten days? I couldn’t… I just couldn’t.
You deserved to be treated as you treated others, dear friend. I knew you for only 3 months. That’s all it took for you to make a lasting impression on me. Once again, thanks for the figs.
https://on.soundcloud.com/hz2fFsuXYwo3lH2sK3
Be freed, Scorpio. 🕯️
VME
