to be continued

[harmonyxdespair]

I waited there in the pourng rain as the fog crept in slowly.  It was nearing dinnertime, yet it was quite dark outside already.  I stood frozen as every emotion comprehensible came across my mind. The paper was getting soggy from the rain and the words were all faded. I crumpled it in my hand and shoved it into my coat pocket.  It was awful

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[_closingtime_]

okay. you have no clue who i am and this is the first time i've ever read your journal. this is the first time i've ever read anything of substance in over a year. and yet i saw this, and didn't immediately walk away. i began to read and i continued. by the time i finished the first sentence I was shocked at the fact that I wanted to continue as I hadn't been interested in anything prose in as long as i can remember. you have me captivated. it's not only the content, but your language. it's written in the same language as my thoughts. it's familiar to me. but there's something so completely polar opposite about it at the same time. we have the same goals. the same intentions. the same desires, wants, wills, and despairs. but where we differ is in time. the only thing different between you and me is time. i am your inversion.

sorry this is so long. and random. i kinda just started writing and didn't stop.

[harmonyxdespair]

wow.
that is very touching.
i did not think my writing was very good at all. haha.

what do you mean my inversion?
it sounds really mystical.
=)

thank you for taking the time to read it.

[_closingtime_]

i don't think you're writing is neither good nor bad. i don't judge it on that scale. anyone can fuck around with words. that takes no talent at all. but what makes a piece of literature worthwhile is the emotions and reactions it evokes within its readers. the way i see it, the "greatness" of a piece is based on the intensity of these reactions. you have evoked some fucking intense reactions within me.

it's kinda like the opposite of mystical. it's ultra-realistic. i wish it were mystical. anyway, i am your inversion. yes. the situation you were in concerning your father. flip that around. completely. in every aspect.

don't thank me. thank yourself. it was your writing that got me to take the time.

[harmonyxdespair]

well i'm glad my writing is emotionally evoking.

hmmm flip it around...
still not quite sure.

[_closingtime_]

you're searching for your dad in life.
a father who gave you up at birth
you keep living and reliving
the first conversation.
inclusion.

i keep searching for my father in death.
a father who gave me up in the middle of highschool
i keep living and reliving
the last conversation
exclusion.

[harmonyxdespair]

ahh i see.
so we slightly have the same situation yet it is completely different.

[_closingtime_]

haha it seemed more interesting the first time i thought about it

[harmonyxdespair]

ha.
it's okay.

it still sounds all mind warpy and mystical to me.
but that's probably because i think really weird.

[_closingtime_]

hahaha how do you think?

[harmonyxdespair]

hmm i have no idea how to explain it.

a stoned hippie?
i have nooo idea.
i just have an odd brain.

[_closingtime_]

haha you sound like you think exactly like how i feel right now.
a stoned hippie. and odd.

[harmonyxdespair]

yup well that's how i am like, everyday.

i make no sense half the time.

[_closingtime_]

at least you make sense the other half. thats a pretty nice ratio.

[harmonyxdespair]

hahaha why i guess you're right.

:)