I'm on so-called vacation, and although I went to Disney Land and got myself a Goofy hat, ears and all, I still can't help but miss my Buggy. :( I'm feeling slightly pathetic, waiting on my computer with Yahoo! Messenger open and glancing at it every few seconds, along with writing sad poetry about how much I miss Buggadoo, and waiting for dinner to come. But hey, posting always makes me happy! :D

Space is hard;

Space is thick;

Much like humidity.

The more space there is;

The more pain there is.

It seems long,

Doesn’t it?

But it’s only space.

Thick,

Painful,

Humid,

Space.

And the heat feels cold;

And the fun feels empty;

And more and more,

Hour by hour,

Day by day;

The craving for you grows.

Like an iron gauntlet,

Gripping my heart,

To make it ache like this.

The only words capable of conveying it;

I miss you.

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