You Wasted Life, Why Wouldn't You Waste Death?

Ah, Koz. Koz, Koz, Koz. Not a day goes by where I don't listen to his music in some form or another. And I mean that quite literally, not a single day. Currently on his album of Modest Mouse covers, Tiny Cities. It should keep me quiet for another five minutes or so. Should.

Elsewhere...

I'm still living for him. Still writing, singing, talking, thinking about him. Living for fleeting glances and briefly connected moments. Pausing when the bright music of his laughter crosses my path, heart soaring when it was by my cue. Something gave me the gift of words, so why oh why couldn't it give me the gift of knowing his? The gift of being able to worm my way into his heart and past his walls with just language? People get together that way, it seems to me; by unspoken knowledge of how to work each other's defences, thoughts, likenesses, vulnerabilities. Every person is coded- the trick is to find the person with the answer to your's, and you there's. When you think about it, that seems an extraordinary miracle to happen.

Oh Christ, I hope he doesn't see this.

No blog tomorrow, will be too busy with Biffy shaped goodness. With any luck, we'll be best mates by this time in the morrow. Fingers crossed.

Be good, and don't waste life, or death,
S.xxx