"Note #3"

Starting the day around here is close to living.

Close.

I think it's necessary to say that:

ONCE

        there was a story.

This story was about

nothing.

Life.

Was.

Good.

Then someone mentioned

l o v e.

Okay, okay, first of all:

Is love,

well,

should love be taken?

Lightly, if at all.

Should it be easily comparable to standing up straight?

It's digesting information; it's like thinking.

It's like a mirror being looked into?

It's like sleeping? It's like s l e e p i n g after a

l

o

o

o

o

o

n

g          day, when you still have an even longer night to get through.

I. Believe. That.

Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes.

It's good to give up.

Author's Note

Tear me apart.