My idiocies amount to little, dizzying in this brittle existence, sweetly wandering with subtle resistance, to the naiivete the rythimizes, a double standard world I stand on that busy street, black balloon in hand, heluim defying the gravity, that keeps me on this measley planet. Pulling tugging at my fingers, finally released it, drifts way, and dissapears into the dark sky. much like your soul, when you decided it was time to die. Friend I miss you much friend, your death sent my life careening, you hurt me without meaning, to and friend, your soul's adrift between life and death. And friend, I miss you.