09/14/00 1:38AM

Isn't it ironic, you write things out to get a handle on things.
These same things that you have no one to share with.
And then there you go just letting a friend read your thoughts,
It's seen as poetry or short tales of life, but really is your
Most sacred thoughts.

Maybe not everything that you write, but the majority is all
Related to one incident or event in your life.  And yes, you
Know very well that you have written a very detailed depiction
Of this life changing event.  But again, you are face with the
same problem, you don't even let a friend read it.

Perhaps that's what leaves a little adventure in the average
Person. Not being able to experience things first-hand or
Understand them to the full extent. It's this desire to gain
Knowledge about them that makes you friends.

You may not have anything in common, but there's only
One way to find out. And guess what, that's the hardest
Part.  If I wrote that this one single most extravagant
Event has shaped my life over the past few years, would
You believe me? Probably not.

And if I wrote to tell you that this certain event has only
Grown exponentially since then, would you believe me?
I don't think so. And you won't know what I'm talking
About until it happens to you, firsthand.