You Need The Noise Of Your Friends

There Are Times When Friendship Feels Like Running Down A Hill Together As Fast As You Can, Jumping Over Things, Spinning Around, And You Don't Care Where You're Going, And You Don't Care Where You've Come From, Because All That Matters Is Speed, And The Hands Holding Your Hands.

A Lot Of The Drive To Make Narratives Came From Having To Play By Myself As A 5- Or 6-year-old In The Woods.

I Am Messaging You To Say That I Love You, And That You're Completely Wrong About Me Thinking You're Stupid. I Always Thought You Could Teach Me Things. I Was Always Waiting. You're Not Like The Others. You Say Things That No One Expects You To. You Think You're Stupid. You Want To Be Stupid. But You're Someone People Could Learn From.

I Miss That Time. The Cities Back Then, Just After The Forests Died, Were Full Of Wonders, And You'd Stumble On Them--these Princes Of The Air On Common Rooftops--the Rivers That Burst Through The City Streets So They Ran Like Canals--the Rabbits In Parking Garages--the Deer Foaling, Nestled In Dumpsters Like A Nativity.

I Do Not Know What I Regret. I Sit With My Pen, And Cannot Find An End To That Sentence.