thursday night.

dear mayo,

it's the listening.

there's always someone here listening. (well, reading, actually, but it doesn't feel like that. it's more active, more filled with presence.)

tonight i felt extremely non-corporeal. discouraged by real world business, i was barely even ectoplasmic, but even so, i kept returning, refreshing, and sitting with my friends for a little while. just like elena did. just like you do. (i know you do.)

there's always someone here.

there hasn't been a single time that i've reached out in fear or sorrow and not found a response, not had the weight of my fears reduced, or the burden of my sorrows eased.

no one's ever alone here.

sincerely,
most gratefully,

-toujours