9/22/26 - Christopher Robin
The work week has started a little rough in some ways. Got that crick in my back already, I don't feel like a kid this week, thank God. I feel so old, and so tired. Left the wet clothes in the washer so I gotta do it over again. Missed Manal's texts, but Remas assured me she's alright. Gnats re-nesting in the sink drain, too much laundry to stomach. Car keys stopped working, had to walk down 8 Mile to get a fix. But I liked the walk. At first it seemed like a terrible hassle, but... I love the day when I'm outside in the air. Headin' down a street just too familiar, it let me see it with open eyes, my misfortune. I had that jazz in my head, those keyboards and fingers I'll always see in the beige and grey. I remembered the tinny familiarity of dreams in the rough, stepping aside the pit to let the sky wash over me as I find my place as one of the millions once again. One of the billions, let me stand corrected. I was thinking about what she might be. I'm thi...