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 27.05.2004 Thursday afternoon @ 5:51 p.m. *Rough edges* There must be an invisible thread linking us together. When you're in distress, I feel just as distressed. When you're sick, I feel the same twisted knot of illness. When this and that..I feel it too. When you had cramps, I felt it too, even though it wasn't my time yet. When you had a fever, I suffered from one too, even though I didn't know you were ill. When (yet another) you had problems at home, I knew...I just knew. Threads that bind? Yeah, invisible ones.
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