dawn

My friend shoots me a text

“Hey man, why aren’t you typing?”

What am I supposed to say?

You know what I type, you know how awful it can be, but there’s at least one person that gives a fuck, how sweet, how nice.A real connection.

And that’s why you speak, you speak for kindred ears, not for crowds.

Say what’s really going on.

I’m grateful.

Doesn’t have to mean anything, doesn’t need a value attached , just being alive.

An audience of one, sure, I’d do it for one,,, shit man, I’d do it for none, because this mother fucker can be terrifying.

You can feel very alone.

But you’re not.

Bleed it to the sky, who cares?

Meh, something real, desperate for something means anything, just an act, just a facade .

Grateful as fuck.

The real will always win, I hope,,hope it does. ANd if I move away, I’m still here, I’m still right here, the connection between the head and the hands is what’s real.

Everything else takes a back seat,

And you don’t carry shit, don’t hold grudges, an apology goes a long way but even without,,,

Shit man, we’re still right here, this is where we are.

I exist and you exist, we fight different battles and some evolve past the point of even needing to fight, and I hear,, I hear I hear,

I dunno, some melody.

Some sound of what’s better, it’s quiet but you can hear it if you really listen, if you really open the ears.

Not so bad,, for today, not so bad today, all that ugly shit is behind you and you can thank humor and gangster rap,

Everything else??

I don’t know.

I don’t much care.