i try to imagine u sitting at a strange desk.. typing on a strange computer.. sleeping in a strange bed,
eating in a strange place, looking at scenery i have never seen, experiencing weather ive never felt...

and i cant.

i talk to u on icq and everything feels the same. even though i know u're 13 hrs behind me...
night is day and day is night... depending on when..

but missing u is universal. i miss u the same whether u're here or there ... and wait till u come back to me again..