Indy my Indy

I miss my friend. So bad he feels like my last friend. Like the three lives ahead of me could turn out to be one single lonely memory. Did the only real life I’ll ever have leave with him? Who can touch me and wake something up? Loneliness is contagious and with no one here mine just works that much harder on me. It’s a relentless little bitch and it laughs when I cry. I’m waiting to dance when I’m dead on broken pieces of knick knacks in a field of forever. Food.