as it is already known,
mum and i msn : she in the office, me at home

and sometimes,
i like to keep our conversations
cos we talk and talk and talk and confide and share and all that

today was just one of those nice good stuff
and i intended to save it : mum_ <- a number that i shant disclose

my point is this

today i had one of the most brilliant conversations with my mother
that i had intended to share it with the whole wide world

or at least, have it handy for me to re read it some time again

and my big fat finger just went to close the conversation box

the feeling
the sunken feeling that sucks me in

damn i thought

damn damn damn

and then suddenly, i thought

there's reasons why things happen
just cause i lost the conversation doesnt make me short of remembering it

some things are just meant to be shared between the two of us
and that's how memories can be created

ironic that im still pressing on, doing my lab report on effect of emotional music on long term memory
the oddities of life