AWAKE? IM ONLINE. WANNA CHAT? :-)
I HAVE STARTD 2 CHAT WTH
OTHR GRLS IN D CHATRM.
LEAH365 is the lonely housewife whose husband thinks she’s surfing for pastry recipes.
LEAH143 is heart surgeon who chats while wearing her ex-boyfriend’s boxer shorts.
LE@H is the computer engineer who likes it when her boss yells at her.
LEAHHH!!! is the choir girl who downloads mp3s of heavy metal bands.
SUPERSEXYLEAH is a man.
AWAKE? R U ONLINE? :-)
R U JUST IN INVISIBLE MODE?
ALL D OTHR LEAHS HAV LOGGD OFF ALREADY.
WR U? AWAKE?
CLDNT U HAV AT LEAST
INSTD OF JST IGNORING ME
I’M REALLY REALLY SORI!!!
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Thanks for reading my attempt at something (poem/short short story/meant to be spoken word/babbling). And now for something truly wonderful and heart wrenching/warming (depending on your current status), a quote I found in Jonathan Carroll’s blog. Enjoy!
"He puts down the pen, folds the sheet of paper, and slips it inside an envelope. He stands up, takes from his trunk a mahogany box, lifts the lid, lets the letter fall inside, open and unaddressed. In the box are hundreds of identical envelopes, open and unaddressed. He thinks that somewhere in the world he will meet a woman who has always been his woman. Every now and again he regrets that destiny has been so stubbornly determined to make him wait with such indelicate tenacity, but with time he has learned to consider the matter with great serenity. Almost every day, for years now, he has taken pen in hand to write to her. He has no names or addresses to put on the envelopes: but he has a life to recount. And to whom, if not to her? He thinks that when they meet it will be wonderful to place the mahogany box full of letters on her lap and say to her, 'I was waiting for you.'
"She will open the box and slowly, when she so desires, read the letters one by one. As she works her way back up the interminable thread of blue ink she will gather up the years-- the days, the moments-- that that man, before he ever met her, had already given to her. Or perhaps more simply, she will overturn the box and astonished at that comical snowstorm of letters, she will smile, saying to that man, 'You are mad.' And she will love him forever."--Alessandro Baricco