What you’re looking at are memories.
You were crying and eating rice.
A dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
We’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the murky pool.
I’d like my money’s worth.
A pause, a road, and the taste of gravel in my mouth.
You are a fever I am learning to live with.
A bottle of pain reliever brought on a business trip that proves, at the moment it is most needed, to be filled not with pain reliever but with buttons.
An icicle preserved in the freezer by a child which, when discovered months later, is thought to be evidence of a problem with the appliance, leading to a costly and inconclusive diagnostic exam by a repair man.
Sometimes I wonder if birds fly with their eyes closed.
It seemed the only thing he was good at hiding was his loneliness.
The lamp by the bed is broken.
Steam rises from every cup at every table at once.
Things happen all the time, things happen every minute, that have nothing to do with us.
You cried and cried and said, “God didn’t answer my prayers!”
I poured myself a vodka and looked at you and laughed. “God always answers our prayers. It’s just rarely the answer we’re looking for.”
A prayer of going nowhere,
going nowhere. #abandonedworld #abandoned #lost #love #lonely #crewdson #grief #urbandecay #sunset