these summer days are the days i hate the most.
because you see, there's nothing to look at if im
not looking at him. i'm living in a sea of faces, &
none of them are his. i do miss the days where i
would walk into the hallway and see his eyes, &
see his smile. i'd just float through the rest of the
day,  hopelessly  unaware  of  everything going
on round me. the only things i saw were him, &
the sky with his name written in it.
those were the days.