Everything remained nonsense, insane. There were too many people. I had no idea where I was or how I got there, but I found him, my one friend here. He helped me find a place for the night and once we’d gotten that straightened out he took me down to the porch. In the dusk we sat in the porch swing and I laid my head against his chest and began to cry.

It’s okay. She will understand. You just need to be comforted. She’s my lady. She has nothing to worry about, but you are my friend and you need to be held and have a shoulder to cry on right now.

And then my alarm went off.

I’m getting to the no one is listening point again, maladaptive… Distant roads are calling me, but I fear for us all if I am bound for New Mexico.


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