these waves of inexplicable sadness wash over me whenever i think about him. i see traces of him in every poem, every song, every movie, every book; maybe i'm looking for him, maybe i'm just so in love that i can't help but find him everywhere. maybe that means he's lost, you know, if i keep finding him in the oddest places. not lost in the sense that he doesn't know where he is, but in the sense that he doesn't know where he is going. so he keeps showing up in beautiful lines of poetry or in deep song lyrics or today during the SAT, the last question on my test was about goats and for the strangest reason, i found myself finding him in it. s