My dear, dear friend - how we love & hate
Current mood:
pessimistic
Category: Friends
Dear Joe Cool,
I miss you dearly. I long to inhale your sweet smell. I need to feel your instantaeous gratification to calm my mind. Renew my faith in you, oh fair friend, but do not cause my life to end.
I love you, Dear Mr.Cool, but I am afraid we must part. This fatal attraction is bordering obsession. I need to fill you into my lungs and have that gentle peace of mind sweep over me.
I am afraid we cannot be, anymore. You have literally sucked out my ability to live. I need to learn to carry on without your co-dependent ways. But, I will miss your permiating ways intoxicating my brain.
If we ever cross paths in the future, please, just blow your ashes in the wind. Send them in another direction and ignore my dire need to feel you down into my soul.
You have comforted me for too long, I have to break ties. This love-hate relationship is killing me. It has taken it toll far too long, and I'm afraid I have to be done.
I hope someday that you find, in this world, all the bans, bonfires, and fire yeilding mobs are all envious of what us followers of Joe embody - of, course we are all still coooooooooool. And deep down inside, as love and hate always goes, we will miss you, Mr. Camel. So, here's to you:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost~
