Today I’m going to make sense, today I’m going to be just me. I’m only writing when I need to and thats not good, I want to be creative all the time. I want to be able to write when there are 20 people talking.

The other day I was sitting in the back seat of my parents car and I was listening to my tunes, I look up and theres this lady with black and super curly hair hunched over looking straight ahead. And then I looked down and had this memory of somebody telling me about the time a mouse crawled up their arm and down their shirt. It was weird because I saw it happening when really I’d only heard it happening and it played in an old movie way.

“I would like more.”

“Than ask.”

“I’m scared too.”

“Oh. “

Its not like I asked for this confusion, its not like I wanted it, maybe not. I can’t remember what I’d wished for but it was something and something usually spells confusion. Somebody ate the whole pizza and somebody feels sick. Somebody orders dessert, and somebody is regretting something. I called you Bob and you Jim. I’ll put that on my wish list and maybe that. I want that hope chest now.