chance encounters

Home. In my room.

I am flipping through "Contemporary Islamic Thought" pretending to be a diligent and productive member of society when, between Page 264 and Page 265 I find a note.

It's from a reporter's pad. Lined paper. The average off the shelf A'Zone essential. It has no name, no date, nothing distinguishing about it, except that in blue ink and happy handwriting there is this:

"I love life but
I have too many
suicidal thoughts since
I was 15 years old.
I am 20 now, and
I'm still a walking contradiction."

This is the saddest chance encounter but in some ways, extremely beautiful.