moving on –

anyway. 

i am doing fine after the funeral…  every now and then i get this flash vision where i see him in the casket, with no connected thought, and it just makes me stagger, but eh…. such is life i suppose.

this is the real reason I got on here.

an empty school feels to me like someone holding their breath.  i dont know how else to explain it.

i had a whole entry written around this in my head, but now i cant put it down because it sounds to childish to write it.  it takes away from what i mean.

an empty school, an empty classroom sounds like -need- like missing, or like a not-quite-what-you-expected release.

i cant explain it any better. 

it tastes like excitement and copper.