mars 03, 2004

disoriented.

i spent last night in the back room of my favorite bar, holding a very good friend as he fell to small, shattered pieces in my arms. the salt of his tears clung to my forearm even as i made my way home far too late.

take that into consideration with the fact that i had some not entirely pleasing news of my own yesterday, and please forgive me if i don't feel so chatty for the next few days.


p.s. i'm fine, btw. or, at least, i think i am.

Posted by shivery at mars 3, 2004 11:50 AM
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