Monday, January 08, 2007

:: Ol' faithful ::

I don't understand why i feel the same way again and again, the same goddamn time every single year.

Suddenly i am hit by wave upon wave of sinking gloom and sooner or later my vision grows limited, my breathing dulls down to a sullen whimper and automatically, as if by some twisted means of fate - i stumble across you. This time, in something i've saved and kept locked away since March 22nd, 2003.









The file is called Convo.txt



If you, who have been in my thoughts for half a decade, are reading this, then i must have you know - that it would mean the world to me -

if you would just ask me for this file, and read it.


Read it the way i just have.



Smile the way i did








...........and cry the way i have been crying,





all these years.











" It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one -
but there's something about us i want to say -
Cuz there's something between us, anyway.

I might not be the right one -
It might not be the right time
but there's something about us i've got to do;
some kind of secret i will share with you."








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spoken. at 12:44 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."