Some days I feel like a philosopher; coming up with ideas I'd never thought possible through feeling sometimes even scientific theory. Changes I can make to me, my life, and how I move forward. Perhaps that doesn't make sense or it's the smoke talking, but it's a feeling none the less. There's no time for sadness or grief; only thinking of the here and now maybe even a thought to the future and what it holds; but that isn't necessary. Just now is, not tomorrow. When I think of how I came to view life this way I feel a split second of grief at what could have been and how I could have been the one to help. You are loved my friend, whether you are here watching us or in the next world. Rest in peace Landis.
Disclaimer: I don't care if this journal is sad or overly dramatic. These are a collection of my thoughts and you need not read if you don't like what I have to say. I have a right to pay tribute to whomever I choose and no one need know my reasoning.
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