Some days I get lost, just staring into his azure, heroin stained eyes. His eyes that alienate the world. Eyes that only have an open window during the full moon, but then again maybe it's only open to me. I've seen past the cocaine addiction, past the alcoholism, past the sarcasm and the sardonic smile and there are gashes in his soul.

Some days I look at him, and he's the one who's lost, lost in his mind. On that ten year escapade the five of us took so long ago. I stopped reminiscing a long time ago, be he won't let it go. He lives out each day over and over in his mind. I can see the lights shining in his hollow eyes and the silent screams are so loud I can almost hear them again, almost.

I remember the way he would hover over the...