while on the bus today, many feet happened upon a bottle of water.
each time it moved from one side of the bus to the other, it would sound
as fireworks or dishes being thrown onto a rug or carpet.

i've come back to this post several times in the past few hours, and
each time my brain has told my hands to type a sentence having to
do with some kind of obscurity or gloom. i know better than that, and
i know we're all happy one day and sad the other. i know i'm
going to have to go to the hardware store and fix a few things around
this place, i know i've got a lot of medicine i can't take, and i
know i'm going to get better with you and time around.

so, there.