Not a good communicator
Unless you speak my language
thinking a lot about death lately, I hope you don’t mind.
We’ve lost a lot of friends
people we couldn’t imagine losing
off into the infinite
Or back into the finite, I’m not sure
Either way, it happened
It will happen to all of us
The journey is long
This journal will be long
Does anyone want to write music with me? High school
kind of ruined my will to perform but
I’d love to write, to contribute
Consider this a formal offer
can you tell I’m looking for work?
not a job, not a career
Just a way to make money doing what I love
It took me a while to figure out what I love.
Watching shows, that’s obvious. Listening to music, of course
did you know there are people out there that “aren’t really music people”
I’m fascinated by systems, and the trauma they inflict
Really into restorative & transformative justice
Writing
Reading energy
Learning, growing
Grounding
There’s a job with all that out there somewhere
I just wish we didn’t have to worry so much about it
Maybe we could've kept a few more friends around.
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