whirlpooled topics unbackspaced. streams of consciousness. blurts. scribbled notes. outlined ideas. velocity waves. snatches from icloud. because self-editing is a writer’s cowardly way of preventing a reader from fucking the writer's confidence. dates don't matter. memories and moments aren't chronologically marked on the soul.

My Buddy

Last night my friend came over. He brought dinner. We shared a beer. We talked. He signed our table. 

I realized I’m not alone. Life endures. Continues. He left.

I realized a heart can beat while broken. Lungs can breathe even while shallowed by sorrow.