not often
but sometimes.
kanoa just burped in my face and it smelled like death.
sometimes when i read poetry, i feel like it's written in a whole different language, but it's a language that i get.
does that make sense?
maybe not.
i need to make a new hat. my fellow says that i am big on hats, and i suppose that this is true. there's just something so comforting about a hat.
[just like there is something so comforting about peanut butter sandwiches.]
it's funny how sometimes i find comfort in different things.
sometimes i find comfort in being alone
totally solitary and quiet.
feeling so small.
it's comforting.
[why?]
other times it's when i'm with someone
or someones.
it's comforting to be close and near.
maybe: something so simple as a presence.
isn't it always the simplest?
[why?]
well for now i'll just hold it at arms length.
you could take it if you tried.
kanoa just threw up. gross.
i had a question. shoot.
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