an un-emo entry

it's hard not to write about emo stuff 'cos it's during the emo times that much feelings are generated and it's easier to write. anyway, by popular demand, meaning one person, i've changed the whole outlook of this entry.

the following dedicated to my dear friend who reads this page everyday, and even put up with my nonsense this evening on the bus, friday the 20th.

*there's a place where the wounded soul goes to hide, a place that cannot be reached by human caring, though it nods at the effort. it's a dark, retractable place, without windows and doors; a place where the soul would be more alone than it has ever known. unless someone, someone able to walk through walls was not already there waiting.*
'if i go up to the heavens, you are there; if i make my bed in the depths, you are there.' Ps 139:8

cheers again