do you see now?
a young kid in a windowless room imagines their future. that same adult looks out the window of their office
what's the point of all this sadness?
i spoke to my father yesterday.
how are you?
me?
yeah.
I'm getting old.
I know what you
great life advice
i woke up this morning and thought i was late
jolted, i walked out to the kitchen and blinked at
a morning in brooklyn (in the fall)
walking up the street lined by brownstones
a water drop leaves a leaf and lands on his head
birkenstocks, squish,
dying is weird
you were just drinking a beer and talking to your girlfriend at a bar
when a song comes on that
sitting down to write
why is it so difficult sometimes?
because i woke up drank a triple shot americano, text three people back, made
waiting for Godot
but instead of Vladimir and Estragon, it's just two bros on the DUMBO steps waiting for an OnlyFans
we crystallize over time
like a polaroid coming into focus
that becomes us
until it fades back into where it began.
the problem is,
do you see it now?
upon reflection, the times we get into the biggest messes are times when we are so zoomed in we lose
i'm struggling with the words
but perhaps that's the problem
these feelings can never be words
that i could tell you
they are