Applesauce and Dragonfruit

I am the epitomy of potential energy. I am eager to grow kinetic, but for now simply sit, bubbling, emerging, slowly. Waiting is slow and long and unfriendly to the soul. I go green. I go for a smoke. My lungs don’t hurt but do feel as though they’re coated in char. I haven’t ridden my bike in days and now with my grandmother dying today and all, I won’t be riding it for at least the weekend.

I’m glad my gram died. Her other option was to be tied to a bed and force fed for the rest of her life. That’s no way to see good ol’ Gram go out. She starved to death over the last 15 days, unable or unwilling to eat. That’s the true way of life. Natural. Easier to accept.

I’ll wear black and carry her around in a casket over the next few days. Then I’ll return home to talk to my – dare i say it – well, no I don’t, not yet – we’ll just say, my happiness. Smoke a dozen or so cigarettes and meet a friend or two over the weekend and call it quits for another week.

Happiness is a warm gun…

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