I feel like there isn’t anything to say that anyone of a literary mind will find very interesting today. my page has been sitting open on my mac for,about three days now,mocking me. so please forgive me if there are more contractions than apostraphies as I muddle through my block here. literally.

I attended my best friend’s funeral service last week, and have lost a very beloved family member recently. Both of these deaths have left a solid void in and around me. The air is rare and my bemusement stifled, I mean, it’s palpable. but I keep moving. i just miss my loved ones more, with the certain knowledge that we’ll never laugh,or hug together ever again. Here’s to hoping they somehow know,that I would have saved them, if I somehow could have been able. Yes, i would have put aside every silly,effed up notion of what I thought I needed each day,and rescued them from being just gone,and from so many lives,had that been a choice.

Rrrreally easy shit to say. I wonder if I am being completely honest,since there’s no way of ever knowing,and while the romanticism of the moment sounds great,it’s probably just more bullshit. But I did mean it. that’s the rub there. have a better day than these, I feel them coming my way,too. Something in the wind,whispering to me….