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.
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.