"wow. i have a lot of shit to deal with." he remarked
without looking into either of our eyes.
he stared out in the distance.
each of us were placed into
different frames of thinking.

i didn't mind the silence.

i created a diagram of the universe
with a pile of pebbles,
pieces dry white wood,
a splash of water
and cigarette butt.

it would have been an existential crisis,
had it not been for the company
we were with at that moment.

the crisis came when
we all finally stopped talking.



for weeks we carried that with us.
and may have found comfort
in finding friendships that
taught something of empathy.

we weren't alone again
until we each decided our destiny.








i'm glad i just got the phonecall just now that he's coming back right now so that we wouldn't have to alone all night.