twenty_years_gone raze in her own way, she was me back then. i never knew. maybe that was what drew us to each other. maybe we could each without knowing sense in the other some dark unseen not-talked-about thing. i still have the note she wrote me in the middle of math class in grade eight. i'd like to say i wrote one back, folded it into a paper airplane, and sailed it over to her. but paper airplanes were always beyond the scope my folding skills. 170423 what's it to you? who go blather from