The nightmare i had last night is over... yet i know that the real night mare is far from over. sometimes you can't help but wake up from a nightmare and cry because that yesterday that you didn't want was real. you wish you could just come home and he/she would be there... the house would be warm and smell of the wondrous memories that are now slightly faded... the smell of food being cooked...

The pungent scent of the stings of my guitar on my fingers... Now rusty and out of tune... like my fingers, my heart has gone soft and aches yet again as it tries to calcify. when i try to play that song that we loved to listen and sing along to, my voice cracks... the tears flow...

the shadows and cobwebs have over run this place in my mind, how i miss home...

i wish i could come home... if only i had that North-star in my hands... to hold... to hug tightly... to shine a beam through the darkness and take me home...

i love you abuelita... i love you mom and dad... i love you asuka and maryan... i love you megmeg, alex, rachel, justin... i love you ian... and i love everyone else as well.

thank you for putting up with an overemotional kaz.
wow... this is really depressing.

how about a smile for me?
"i cast flair!"

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please dont get upset if i didnt meantion your name i've been thinking about too many people to list and i wish to hang out with everyone very soon, and if you did read this thank you if you would please leave some positive words that would be very much so appreshiated.