i wonder if memory fades to some obscure place in our minds, staying there as it is while we try to find it, hunting, and then failing. hunting and then, failing.
scraps.
i was reading a long letter, not unlike the 7 page letter that i read about earlier yesterday. or perhaps i was influenced by that. we shall never know.
my writing sucks but still i want to type.
oh. i was staring at my lap top in the same way then. except that my keys were not on the keyboard and typing furiously like now. i was staring at a corner of my screen, eerily.
the letter.
bits of words, alphabets put together to form a semblence of meaning that we all agree groups of words are blessed with.
basically, i knew that i still had a friend.
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