I heard you got sick

I saw your mum on Saturday. She asked if I was going to church. I said no. She said I should. Your mum told me you were sick and that I should come to church and pray for you lol. I told her I'd pray for you that night, but I was lying.

You Fall Asleep

You fall asleep. It must've hurt more than you realised because the person next to you on the plane said you sobbed in your sleep for an hour.

Waking Up Tired But Not Dead

Most days I wake up. Few I don't. On the few that I don't, I am glad that I dont. Most days I am glad that I do. There are few that I do that I am not glad about doing so. Fewer than those that I don't and am not glad that I didn't.

#writingprompt: you open one eye.

You open one eye. Not/Then the other.

#writingprompt: john bring your knife

It was a crumpled piece of paper. At the top of the page 'john bring your knife' was written, and at the bottom 'that one your brother got you and we used when we went camping'

I feel really weird about Everything

Hello. I feel really weird about everything. I know that I shouldn't, but i do. Especially this. On second thoughts: maybe especially is too strong a word. Perhaps I simply meant 'including'. Yeah. Everything is weird including this. Nope. I didn't mean either of those; I meant both of them: everything is weird, including this, especially.

Get dirty and be comfortable with it.

Everyday we muddy ourselves a little bit more, either through the addition of more dirt to the mire, or the slooshing and sloshing of preexisting dirt in the swampy cessness of self. There's no getting clean. Not now. The cleanest we feel is when we are comfortable and accepting of ourselves and our dirt and mud and our squelchy mess.