You know what?
Do you?
It's almost like everything is in sight.
Except the espresso machine.
And even then...
I'm not as sure as I used to be, about wanting it.
It's all coming together.
Right after it fell apart.
Right after I fell apart.
For the hundredth time.
You say you're broke...
And when I really think about it.
I say I'm shattered.
And I was never really all that preoccupied with picking up the pieces.
It's just not as much fun with no one to talk to.
And then ... one day.
I made sense again.
I think it's because deep down I made sense of us.
It was a pretty cool moment.
Like dropping a box of toothpicks.
And one is left standing up on it's own.
Yeah.
That was it.
Now come to bed.
You'll mow the lawn.
I'll do the dishes.
I'll be the number onest dad ever.
Not that I want to rush into that sort of thing...
As I lay here in this imaginary hammock...
in a hazey place becoming more real each day.
For once
Not dieing slowly.
Not waiting for that freighter to take me down a peg.
