a self-indulgent blogpost of perspective.

you may all feel free to vomit if necessary.

thing is, this song just played on my iTunes (yes, iTunes, I love you today too)…and it reminded me of something.

a series of events. a long time ago.

there was this one time whilst watching the rugby. funny thing, though, is that i was told that day, by a friend of mine who is very dear, that i was there with the wrong person. how damn right he was.

there was another time outside a bar. you actually made a limerick. i laughed so hard, i was still laughing the next day. and at that time in my life, i had absolutely no reason to laugh. all i had was hollow. and that kept me laughing. you don’t know that. you were keeping my perspective for me, without even knowing it. At that time too, a friend inside the computer I had not met yet, was listening to my hollow, and helping me through the hollow.

there was another time inside a club. i said something horrendously crude. as flipping always.

these things are part of our charms.

truth is, though, something like this was actually playing itself out.

i didn’t know it then. neither did you. wait. knowing you as i do now, you probably did know. wah.

on  a day when it’s so easy for me to lose my perspective to the abyss, you keep mine in check.

you’re my safe place i can vent towards.

my.word. i am so glad you started writing this story with a post-it note.