An unusually warm winter.

Vee and I pulled weeds this afternoon and cleansed the yard of negative energy.

She said it felt good to be outside.

I tried to be strong but I cried.

And then I pulled every god damn weed in that garden.

Vee

I looked at her and said, "we're in some shit, ya know?" And she pulled her arms up behind her head like she was lying on a lounge chair and we were in Hawaii and she said, "yeah, I know."

And we were.

Facing Future

I'm totally trusting this is all going to make more sense when we look back on my life; you know- with rose and creamy cheeses.

Except I've been loved.

Veee

It's cancer and there is no fear.

I envy and yet pity the thought of such denial

Cause that means we're scared alone.

Like a big waste of time.

And it's not

everyone knows it's not.