Crossing
Crossing the street
I see the other side
Why can't I find
Whats on my mind
It was there as it was before
But I can't find the door
Crossing the universe
You are my way.
Sometimes people leave this world and you don't miss a beat. Other times a death of someone you barely know can knock your world off track. My best friend from when I was a kid died. His name was Rick Miller. Our lives were nothing alike, but we shared a bond, that I had forgotten existed. He was there during a time that shaped who I am today and while those were not the most important events in the world, they mattered to us both.
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