2005-12-21 - 6:37 p.m.
Jack Is Missed
Just because.
Because every once in a while, somebody leaves me a note and asks where have I been. How am I? Did I know that I was missed?
"We miss you Jack."
Or someone signs my guestbook.
Or leaves me a comment in the Livejournal counterpart of this journal.
That dull mirror image of this page, on that funny site I only feel like I am moonlighting in. Copy. Paste. Instant reheated entry for my friends on the other side.
There are more latent copies of me laying around these days than the unswept floor around a broken copy machine.
Still, every once in a while, it feels good when someone remembers me.
For all of the latent versions of myself, somewhere there is a copy that is still warm to the touch. Someone cared enough to keep it warm, even when I could not do it for myself.
For all those times I wanted to scrunch my mind up into a wadded ball of worthless paper and throw it away, there was someone out there, who would pick through the trash to retrieve it. It makes me reconsider the value. Even if only for one clear moment outside insecurity.
It's Only After You've Lost Everything... - 2008-03-12
Jack Is Afraid Of Losing Everything - 2008-03-10
Jack Does Not Know What He Is Living For - 2008-03-07
Jack's Festering Apathy - 2008-03-07
