Fear of a Wack Planet.
I was laid off today.
It didn’t surprise me in the least and I was more or less counting down the days until I laid myself off.
As I write this I’m laying in my bed. the breeze coming through the window is lifting the covers of books strewn about my room. books i’ve read and forgotten, or perhaps never read at all.
outside the sun is shining and cars are honking and trucks are revving up through the gears, all going somewhere. I’m not going anywhere. not today anyway.
i met a wonderful girl this weekend. i don’t know anything yet, not the least of all something worth saying, but it feels good. out of the head and into the body something is warm and honest. she is, at the moment, a curious smile that plays about my features. an innocent source of confidence that glides across the back of my neck and into my spine, down the twisting corridors of my arms and legs and into my fingers and toes where she fades away.
and my finger tips float in the summer breeze, and it’s all okay.
