By kate
Date: 8 March 1998

Tears of lunacy

  The other night I went home and I had intended to go to sleep~but I 
couldn't because I knew you wanted to cry . . . And I know that I can't
cry on my own -it's impossible either because reality doesn't become 
real until I say it out loud or because I don't know that it's okay.
Instead of sleeping I called you because I didn't want you to be sitting
there, wanting to cry, but not being able to.  You told me what was wrong, 
which was nothing at all, but everything at the same time.  I felt as if 
I was listening to myself talk instead of you.  I told you that everythin
was okay, and that even if we really were crazy, we made eachother seem 
normal.