Coffee & Cobwebs

Opened up an old journal.

Some cool writing I found:

I left them all personalize cards when I went away. They had haikus in them. (In High School we would review movies in a haiku format. It was more fun to write them that way. They were harder to write, believe it or not.) I had to summarize their essence. 7:5:7. Everything on that tiny poem, but I did it. At night, though, I would draw portraits of them in unflattering ways and laugh about them with people I knew. But I loved them. As easy as they were to see through, and as much as I loved complexity in people, I loved their being there in front of me. They had teeth. And souls came with those teeth. Despite their fucked up cavities! One of the cards was about a laundry mat. It was weird, but they liked it. I bet they’re still there, too. They had plans to leave like I did on that day. But they were weak. And weakness is too easy. The secret was to keep searching.