The Blue Line

01.23.21

I miss people, and I leave the house three times a week, to sit in a room and talk for an hour. How do you do it?

Breaking life down to the element. Rise. Coffee, Meditation. Writing. Cleaning up whatever is left from the day before. Today I will sit with some folk. Upon return, retire. Fish for dinner, why the fuck not? A film, as is the ladies request. And more sleep. But, what to listen to on the train?

The same question every day.

“And I miss you.” hearing a friends voice, singing a beloved song. My malady is not a personal one this time. A shared loss.