for me || from you
2001-11-18 - 1:07 p.m.

i'm reading and reading.

and then.

it's for me.

it's more personal, somehow, than when i -know- that they are for me.

if i have to wonder, then it's more meaningful.


however, i still miss you.

i still want to see your name under 'buddies.'

this morning, the contents of your letter were spilled on my floor.

like the contents of my mind...always scattered.

||and oz never did give nothing to the tinman that he didn't already have| ||

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