i get chilled when i meditate on any of those i knew who went down hard and whom, after all the shock has been absorbed by everyone who meant anything to them, i remember with great sadness.
they liked what i like. the manic energy, the fear, the adrenaline, the laughter
the bitching at one another every time we invaded our space
with loving intentions yet unable to let one another complete a full sentence
suggesting to know how we felt...
reading one anothers minds...
truly reading one anothers minds!
but basically
when you boil it all down
and the steam
rises up
just giving a damn
