Days In Monsterville

Today, I’m thankful for the little things.

The triangular lights approaching; the train to take me home. Health, and the small island of it I cling to. It won’t be around forever, but for now I’m holding the high ground. The music I hear in my head and in my heart. It’s got a good beat and keeps me moving.

Friends, old and new.

The realization that letting go is better than holding on. Let it go, Greg. Let it go.

PTOM. It’s not bad, and I fear we’re getting better all the time. Not many people can say they like what they do. Me, I sometimes love it.

The woman who taught me that feelings aren’t something you subvert, swallow, or compromise. She broke my heart and then she broke her ass. There’s something weirdly fitting about that.

Hope.

And pizza.

But not this crap