something_none_of_us_know fyn gula there was a day, when the sun climbed unnoticed, a day when she woke and stumbled oblivious to the opportunity, when all she could do was remember the night, the neon light in the darkness, the time he sat beside her, asked her to write just one word. months later, when she looks back, and memory is reduced to painful loss, she thinks of the way he touched her as he spoke to her friends, holding her arm just the right way, just long enough. he knew she loved it, because no other ever made her feel like an individual, like someone who really mattered. and when he left messages on the voice mail, poems he wrote and read in a nervous, trembling voice, it was a language they were learning to speak together. as if there were only two in the world. and all that night he didn't sleep, because he wanted to hold her face in his hands, wanted to touch her, make her permanent, but nothing could stop the morning. time cannot wait, it refuses to stop on its way to something none of us know. 010227 ... florescent light you write beautifully. I thank you for sharing. 010227 ... . the_others have been here quite some while. 101015 what's it to you? who go blather from