stupid boy missing the floor. those days. when I windmilled myself on the ground. windmilled my arms, my body. a perfect dance floor. I smiled. then frown. a flare of sadness. destroying my inner peace. an ache to the heart. so literal. but yet, figurative. memories was there. constantly stabbing you with intense emotions. hitting by a virtual jackhammer. I yearn for return. I will. this is a place I miss. everything. this room, in particular. decisions with reasons. and never regret with your decisions. we will meet again. I believe. just don't be forgetful. and remember me. path may be crossed as we draw our future in the unforeseen. allow me to miss here and everything. but I shouldn't be ever missed.