I’d focus on how lonely these holidays have been if jack wasn’t easier to swallow.
I thought it beautiful, the taste is less bitter than the thought. Some would say, “thats the universe talking to you.”
my direct family and I are perfect harmony. We all run to different corners for times like these, its alot easier than remembering how good it once was. An “i love you” the day before, and a, “are you sure you’ll be good alone” sounds like the piano and trumpet to me. Blue note is heavy on my thoughts.
That type of loneliness doesn’t get fixed with a long night kiss, still a pleasant daydream, indeed.
“snap out of it, you got bills on this bottle?! And you got ash on your sweet potatoes”, they were cold anyway.
You’ve got to love how the holidays bring people together, even if that means brining lonley people together. They get to be lonely, together.
I dap my mans’ and tell em that im glad to be breathing, and that im happy to be sharing air with them.
Now its an open debate on what to be thankful for. as ash falls, A man I don’t know shouts through the smokey air, “health, wealth, and family!” as he stands over a dice game with 2 dollars in the pot.
that was a nice break, but I had to get back to my thoughts. I concluded that im not worried about home, im going to build a great one, some day. And then I finished my sweet potatoes, because… Well, I could have been eating no potatoes.
<3 breathtaking. to say the least.