it is funny saying goodbye. i have always run away from saying goodbye. i remember a lot of times there should have been goodbyes, and i wanted them, but they never came. it just ends. this afternoon was different. it was funny saying goodbye. you get a glimpse of the real person. an epiphany maybe. the picture was a little strange and i felt sorry for Phil. it reminded me how fickle love is and how little there is left in the world. society and age are nasty demons that distort and manipulate it. there may not be any miracles happening but i think everything is going to be alright x