"How've You Been?"

 

i just showed him my wrist.

"that bad, huh?"

"worse. i'm still alive," i tell him.

so he starts telling me his philosophy of
life, how stuff was making him crazy,
people were driving him crazy, and he
decided it wasn't that stuff that was
important. that he wasn't going to let
it bother him anymore.

"but James, what if the 'stuff' bothering
you isn't outside? what if it's inside and
there's not a lot you can ignore?"

"yeah, that sucks. i don't have the answer
to that yet." and he shows me his wrists.


denise

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