Monday, September 25, 2006

All memories are traces of tears

when people had secrets they didn't want to share they'd climb a mountain. They'd find a tree and carve hole in it and whisper the secret into the hole, then cover it over with mud. That way, nobody else would ever discover it.

I once fell in love with someone. After a while, she wasn't there. I can't stop wondering if she loved me or not, but I never found out. Maybe her answer was like a secret that no one else would ever know.

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