the threads in her head

2, 3, 4.

Days have passed so quickly. In sickness, in haziness, in dazedness, in weariness. And perhaps a dash of happiness - but just a dash.

A barrage of thoughts I'm not supposed to have. Hmm hmm!

She posted my words on her blog. "and i repeat her words verbatim." she posted. I reread my words. Did I really say that? How cynical. But ah, I had detached myself from emotion then.

Besides, it probably made some sense if she had actually quoted it on her blog, her space.

Tomorrow shall be the 5th. Not that dates matter anymore. Not when there's a pile of work to get through.