‘what happened to you,’ she asked. my friend.
i don’t now where she is now, but, i’ll never forget that.
‘what happened to you?’
If you hear this for the first time ever, it’s probably something you wont
e able to answer at the moment.
The little black fan is like music. i feel the joints of earlier, i went
climbing with wu and ben. golly was it fun. their spirits so welcoming and
glowing. and i loved using my body in ways that i had perhaps completely
forgotten that i can. ESPECIALLY with the support of people i consider friends.
A friend is many things.
I wonder at my friend’s question often these days.
i list through this world, the whole scope having achieved a peculiar dullness
People say,
“things slow down”
That they do