I have not been writing much, I can never seem to focus on any one thought for long enough to feel attached to it. Its become a very bad habit, and I know it’ll take some time to really fix it.
I was running on absolutely zero hours of sleep, and only had a couple hours before my night shift started. I was barely conscious, focusing all my energy on sipping my cider- I could feel the friction circulating the barstool in between us, and refused to make eye contact. Inevitably, he initiated a conversation, and eventually he earned my attention. I made him work for it though. My heart dropped to my gut when he said he was a writer- I then did my best to make fate’s job easier, while still leaving the encounter open-ended.
"That sucks man, getting dumped makes for a real shitty day."
“I know. I really don’t want to go through the next part.”
His face froze for a split-second, then he realized what I meant.
“I’m just saying, fuck it man. Just move on. Take one day at a time. Ride the wave.”
He didn’t say much after I said that, he just sat at the bar in deep thought for a while. He finally snapped back to reality as I stood up and reached out to shake his hand.
“It was lovely meeting you, Keith. Hope to run into you again sometime.”
Lying in bed with you, our bodies meeting in the right places, our innocence breathing air through our lungs, the definition of the bond we share. This is my happy place.
"You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can’t people do that in book stores? Like if I’m looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor"
Today I dreamt that all my teeth were falling out. I’ve never had that dream before. It was pretty horrifying.
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