message in a bottle
5:34 p.m.

I read these letters quite a lot. I'm always hoping to find one to me. Sometimes I think, this could be it! -- but I always know it isn't. Some little detail is always off.

Sometimes the words here make me weep. The pain in them is so familiar. I just wanted to say, you who cry, you who bleed, you who scream and rage against the grief or the loss or the betrayal - I just want to say, that someone cares.

I don't know who you are, not a one of you, but in your voices I hear myself, and I weep, and though I will never know you, when I read your words I care.

I just wanted you to know.

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