Wai left. The show's over. A lil's never enough. I'll miss him. I left my mind in the locker since the eve of the carnival. If it wasnt for him, I wld have lost it. How would I remember if I wld have utterly forgotten bout it without it. Some of my thoughts were misplaced. It happens. Forgetting is less tiring then remembering. I remembered the day we went for a ride on a bright sunny afternoon, leaving behind traces of lies and packs of nachos. Its been awhile since I went on the light trails, I kept falling asleep. . .