Subtext.

May 18, 2006 14:19

I noticed that I have lot of picures, but they are not of people. They're of things, or places. Which is not to say that I don't have a few friends. But even when I did have hoards of friends, even ones I would consider close, I was never open with them. I never confided in them, or relied on them. I never let go.

prose, loss

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