The responses to that person's suicide note are still rattling me. The negativity has put a cloud over me. The sentiments were loosely close to mine, so the responses, in a way, I can take as being directed towards me, too.

But here's another of the good responses:

Date: 2003-09-25, 10:36AM

listen:
you are on a beach. it is hot. the sand is warm and fine as you run your fingers through it. your lover turns to you and says, hey? hey?

listen:
at five a.m. on tuesday you decide to do laundry because you suddenly have an urge to wear the green shit with stripes. you search through your laundry hamper, but cannot find it. later you realized it is hanging in your closet.

listen:
you are at the library browsing through fiction. the air conditioning is up too high, it is freezing. you notice the person next to you is picking out a stephen king novel. you say, wait.

listen:
at the dinner table your youngest child refuses to eat the peas on her plate. you insist that she sit there until the plate is clean, but later relent and let her watch a tape of “barney”.

listen:
the tool shed has been a mess since you moved in to the new place. you invite a couple friends over to help you organize it. everyone drinks beer instead. the tool shed remains untouched.

listen:
in the middle of the night tonight you wake up from a bad dream.

-m