Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 08:28:23 -0400 (EDT) To: Carolyn L Burke
From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: she drinks instant
"He's a beautiful man"
Good am. Happy as the morning sun, the good fortune of being able to
my thoughts, enough.
Finishing the last gulps of tepid tar and ignoring the finches, the cars below lull me, and the city, awake. The sun gets over the building tops and I think of Warren. A smart clown? This diary is becoming difficult it's impossible to keep deep thoughts and life activities separate. Basically that is not the way I keep a diary. There is oh so much to tell, things I can't say, even.
There is so much I am learning, it can not simply be written down. Pain to new heights and joy to new lows. The whole ordeal with his sister is blown out of proportion. It really is endless, what I could say or how I feel. I am at the point where the living is important - I dunno, a rapid growth spurt? Will there be others? I suppose. Let's wait. Let's wait together.
ps. what is it about ourselves that's such a big secret?