"One... two... three... " He counted to himself as he stared out the rain drenched window.

Closing his eyes, he could hear the creaking of the trees battling the rough winds.

The crackling fireplace warmed his cold hands and feet whilst giving the cozy living room a faint orange glow.

Today is a dull day with nothing to do but counting the countless droplets falling from the crying clouds.
...
I am lost without a map, with no means of returning.

hmm... it didn't really sink in during the first few days. but, now i can feel it. that loneliness. it's really killing me on the inside. sadly, nothing will really fill the void... i miss him so damn much. he was truly the only one whom i can trust and tell my deepest thoughts to... since he'll never tell a soul. and now he's probably playing fetch with socrates or euthyphro. alas... if tears were steps to heaven and love, my guide, i would take you back home...