VNlilMAN Not a writer or blogger. A typer, spewing every thought that comes to mind. Not a writer or blogger. A typer, spewing every thought that comes to mind.

Realize that everything connects to everything else. Pretty sure I get to sue. This post is a little while in coming. I want to write it down in my physical journal but this is faster. I can get most of my thoughts out this way.

Putting bitter coatings on very sweet pills. You point to a box,. Call it a house for grief,. Of walls is all you get. You gesture toward a moment,. Red as a stoplight, and call it. A cutoff, as if the heart. At some point, you must. As if it is a scarecrow,. As if loss is an easily fooled. Bird, as if feelings. Can be fed to the wind,.