Ooze blood. My heart is beating faster than usual. My blood has to find

an outlet. Unless I suffer a heart attack or a stroke. Alcohol helps as a

calming drug. My mind is in turmoil after losing a close friend. A very

close friend. So close, he slept next to me every night. His snoring was

at first annoying, but then; it was kind of musical. I would scratch his

back as to tell him to stop it. But he never listened to me. Stubborn

fellow. He always did as he pleased. Would go this way or that way

or that other way. I always followed him. The silly Willy. Would stop

to smell the grass and flowers. Look at me. Continue his walking.

Turn around and aim home. Get to his sofa and be the prince he was

used to being. His eyes were two stars. His smile magic as a rainbow.

His body against my chest magical as well. He was the sun in my heart.

The moon in my dreams. And I loved him.

Eo