One important detail about knowing me. There's is no real me, merely a few versions.

[widow]

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Written on My Wall...

[anonymous]

Here there is a mountain. It stares me down from every part of the town where I live. In Fact, not just out and about but also, when the day is sunny and there is no rain forecasted, not a cloud in the morning sky, there is the mountain. I open the mini-blinds in my room ever so slightly... there it is... the mountain is there on the horizon, it has its own weather. It calls me bad names... because I am scared to climb it. You want to kill me?

A living Sign.

[widow]

Why are you scared to climb it? I want to kill you because for a long time I had envied your passion. And I’m wishing that there is still something left inside of you. I still remember the first time you touched me, not physically. Mentally, emotionally... the time you got into my head... when we were standing outside of Barnes & Noble. We talked-- you talked for hours. Your passion was contagious... it snuck inside of me and it grew and it’s still growing. Please don't lose it. hang on for me. For now, you must be Subtle and discrete, but someday you'll need it.

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[widow]

Re: ...

[anonymous]

To be subtle and discreet? Like giving a plant just a little sunlight at a time... or better... You! Fig tree, produce only a few figs at a time, as to not give away your truest self to the raven...

[lima_pcp]

Gray eyes?

[widow]

like a cat. The yellow dust is making my nose bleed. What do you think I should do? I rarely have to go outside. But I HAVE TO get to work.

[lima_pcp]

Wear a sugical mask like a bunch of the locals do.

Failing that, I don't suppose they'd let you wear your NBC gear on a regular basis, would they?

[widow]

lol, good idea i will try wearing my mask until someone says something to me about it. It'll be fun to see how long i can get away with it. ty