six october
five : fifty-one p.m.

so he said hello. and we talked and, for the first time since the last time, it didn't feel strange.

he is still writing.

"but i'll find a way. i figure i can make some money when i get there. all i need is airfare and a backpack...and say, 5 notebooks and some pens."

i miss him. i've missed him since then, but maybe this time, i'll be able to do something about it.