I missed the rhythm with my friend last time. Missing a lot these days. Missing Chinese New Year. Too bad he's checking out for it, but Music and Whisky are the essence of him, really--and fire and, and water, and the night sky.
Well, he's one half of me, not the other.
I wonder if there's really any place where I can be all of who I am. At least there's someone who knows half of me.
Blah.
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