A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- reminiscence two years ago tonight, right about now, (give or take about a half-hour or so) i turned on my MSN messenger after having left it off for a couple of weeks because it kept acting up and cutting me off. i found out someone had added me to their list while i had turned messenger off, i responded to the request that the system made and found out she was online we spent about two and a half hours talking, a rather morbid, and at times scary conversation, mostly commiserating about broken relationships and musing on the concept of death. we were both still stinging from fairly recent wounds the conversation ended abruptly and on a rather ominous tone, considering the conversation we had been having and many of the comments she made that night. i remember spending the next few days worried about her and spending those nights online with messenger on waiting to see if she showed back up again, seeing no sign of her on Blather or at her diary a few nights later i remember breathing the biggest sigh of relief when she finally did pop back up again 9:54 p.m. - 2003-07-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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