C'est Moi

just a few seconds ago, i typed these words to my best friend on Yahoo Messenger: today i cried. buckets. he replied empathetically. oh my.

that's all i needed to read to know he had penetrated my abyss and embraced it whole. if you should feel like reaching out across time and space and whisper away this hurt, please do. i know (in the logical centre of my brain) that yes, this, too, will pass. for now, it's just sitting there, stolid, silent. in the middle of the brown, varnished wooden floor. the afternoon sun is behind it, casting its face in demi-shadow.

follow me here, my friends, where i need you.