Let me just wax poetic for a second
a bit of free writing
voices are regaling me with the “full story” of the time you met the jets player
I don’t have the patience to wait around for the full details
my heart is numb
and somehow I still feel
but now I need those “good memories” to remind me of what I know
to know that I met you later
to know that you came to Boston
to know that I did something of significance with you at a later date
instead of hearing that you were raped
or had sex
or were fucked
or did the fucking
over and over and over and over and over
and over again
I don’t know how much more of this I can take
but I have to keep living
In the shower I said that I could count on my hands how many countries I’ve visited
I know I want to see more of the world
I know there’s new music
video games
movies
comics
to write and read that I want to experience before I die
but this
I won’t pretend like this isn’t hard