I think half the reason I miss you is because how well you understand me. I don't know if anyone will get my humor and my weirdness the way you can.

Now that I'm beginning to get past it all, the hardest part is not seeing someone who I'm so use to spending significant amounts of time with. And hearing snipets of their life from someone else. Snipets and events that I would have been the first one to know of. Now, now I'm not even thought of.

I try to remind people of who they use to be. Before they were acquainted with the politics of society, worrying about the next step and how they'll be viewed once they've gone too far to take back any decisions. I try to take them back to the simpler days when their dreams were all within reach, and that anything could one day exist if they just believed it could. 

I think we all need that. To forget about reality, even just for a moment, and let our imaginations take charge.

I wonder if at the end of the day or for meals if homeless people join together. Like, put all their money and daily earnings and get food so they can be more efficient and get more for less money.

Or maybe they don't.