im listening to one line drawing at www.thevolunteers.net its beautiful and lovely as always with OLD and im tired and shatterd from the endless fear of tomorrow and today and yesterday and im not sleeping for worrying of you and im eating to fill the gap that you left behind when you got on the train, when you didnt call, when your emails stopped filling my inbox and im tired from the smoke by lungs have inhaled just to fill the void that you left when you said see you in four days and its turned to 10 days and im tired from the endless thoughts of limited memorys of you and im not sleeping because im finding consolodation in another in the form of a few lines of text that appear on my phones screen and im not sleeping because its not the same without you in my bed. and im listening to OLD because its pretty like your skin and your smile and your kiss, and our dance. i cant type more words of us because my fingers will fall off. ill catch you if you feel like you might fall.