18.XII.2001 :::: 18.16

i am having one of those days when i feel like maybe as far as everyone else is concerned, i do not exist. i don't mean this in a melodramatic shunned kind of way. i mean i feel a little like george bailey running through bedford falls trying to get people to notice him, after he has never been born.

but i held your hand as we walked down the street, i know it was real even if there was no skin to it, even if it was just something strong held back in a glove.