Tuesday, July 13, 2004
I heard from you today. You think this might be the better read. You are, of course, correct. I keep my real thoughts to myself most of the time, and I have chosen to confide in you the only way I had. So this has been a conversation with a ghost, in a way. I only have my memories of you to play to, and they are decades old. But if you are willing to bear with me, I will let you in on all my little secrets.
Don't forget I warned you they might be disturbing.
Don't forget I warned you they might be disturbing.