Oh dreaded locked boy

I've a picture of you:
A parisian street
Early morning
Late spring
And I know what you were thinking
You were taking a break from life
You were traveling light
(A pair of walking shoes and a sweater)
You were where you were
When you pictured where you'd be:
Anywhere but home

i still miss you patrick hickey.
you came to me in a dream last night but i dont really know what to make of it. We went tshirt shopping and you kept taking all the ones that i wanted and cutting them up and sewing them into those bags you loved to make.

i think that you just spewed love and passion out of every pore in your body. You just made me feel so at home and so understood. i love you and i miss you. i know that you are missed by everyone and still live within everyone you have touched.