it's just that at night i've got nowhere to hide

"She said she usually cried at least once each day, not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short." - Brian Andreas

i guess you never really get over deaths of loved ones. right after the fact, it's like an obsession and it's all you can think about. you learn to live with it, think about it less, but that doesn't stop it from hurting sometimes. and then you find something of that person's and it hits you again that it won't ever need to use it again, because they are not alive. or passing by a street every day. or reading an article about deaths from gang violence in the area. or anything, really.

oh well.

we carry on.