The typing indicator bubble randomly changes. Sometimes the ‘I’m typing’ don’t display evenly. It’s something…
Apple has some fucked up stuff
Home
Home sings me of sweet things
My life there has its own wings
Fly over the mountain
Though I’m standing still
When the sky is small
Can I do ten years?
Missing the horizon line
Where the sky is small
Addition
It’s good to be thinking about an addition today. All of you would be happy to see that we’ve added a cat. Today is Day 2. We’re not sure what to call her yet. Bella isn’t quite right so it’s nice that she doesn’t seem to care that she’s been called that since she was picked up off the cold streets of Belchertown, MA – sometime in January. They think she’s about two so I’ll take their word for it. Hard to understand how she was left for a couple months at the place. She’s freaking awesome and I love her. Hoping TC loves her too so they can be friends. To be continued. . .
Dreaming of color
Long March winter days
Temperature swings everywhere
Psychotic weather
Old lives
She said she missed the old life. I wondered what life she meant. A place. A house. Both. Another world. All of it. I think she meant California by the way she asked if I ever felt that way, a longing for home. She knows the answer to that question. She’s always been one to deflect and project and pick and reflect that she may have been listening all along.
Who asks questions they know the answers to? Why do that in the first place? If you want to fill the space with sounds just talk, say something thoughtful or not thoughtful I don’t care just don’t ask me a question that’s already been answered especially when it’s a sensitive topic like ‘home’.
Be blue. Be depressed. But don’t make it about me. I’m just not here for that. I’m. Fine. Everything is fine.