I will always be you soldier

someone who says:

- "we'll work it out"

and holds my hand.

I woke up yesterday morning

and I knew that feeling all too well.

I had slept on the floor with a pillow created out of jumpers and not overly used towels.

I felt dry, beaten and perplexly dazed

I hadn't been drinking worth mentioning since November.

I recall wondering if that really was the actual state of things?

It is, but still, I have had enough;

and in either case is this the breaking dawn of a new era.

Good morning early bedtime and betimes mornings - we'll be seeing a lot of one another from now on.

We used to call each other Katherine and Eve

I don't know from where we got those names.

We used to love each other with deep intencity

We used to fight with kicks and fist and nails

If I had a dime for everytime I've been bad

I'd be a millionaire by now

You used your big sister comb

to tease me to tears

I used to pinch you a little bit too hard

(...)

Världens bästa, stora, bästaste SysterYster! Jag saknar dig och du är så himla långt bort. Jag vill bara sitta där i kökssoffan med er, skratta rakt ut i luften, söndagsbruncha och låta tiden gå.

Tala om stort och smått, höra det senaste, fuldansa och ge dig en hård, riktig kram.

Lycka till i spåren och har du vägarna förbi så skulle den här kalufsen mer än något annat behöva en klippning (men den har roligt ändå).