The way I wanted you to be would not have been good for me.

 

I am getting quieter so I can hear.

I am getting quieter 

I have to get quieter 

 

"It's a Ghost Town"

"To be expected."

"I mean it's like they're ghost. They are ambling."

"The walking dead?"

"No ghosts."

"Huh?"

Ghosts, not there.

"Right."

I'm over my brain.

To do nothing is the hardest job of all.

"It is always just below--just enough. I get just enough to stay uncomfortable. To clarify it is a sustained uncomfortable."

"What?"


"I can't get comfortable. Moreover I hate the fact that I am now noticing that there is a possibility of sustained comfort. This is something i wasn't told."


"I have to admit I love the word Moreover. It signals a level of intellect."

"What?"

"Huh"

“Yes, they want to meet me on the other side, but they leave me with this map that is hard to understand. A map that’s confusing and purposely drawn to fill my mind with smoke.”

“What?”

“Well, then they are surprised I made it. Something in them wants to know how I did it. It’s like the information they gave me was what they used, and I did it without the same level of consternation, without the same heartache and delirium. But what they don’t realize is; I didn’t use what they gave me.”

“Ok.”