Mind tricks

The mind, mine anyway, likes to play tricks on itself. It ruminates and says silly things. It can’t absorb that some people are gone. It seems to refuse to believe facts. Death. Now that’s irrefutable.

Can’t believe you’re gone. Hate that I can’t share silly internet things and joke about things no one else finds funny.

I hope you departed knowing how much you meant to so many. I’ll only speak for myself here because you and I crossed paths when I was in a rough place, just trying to come home. I made it back because you had a soft place for me to land. I’ll never be able to express how you likely helped save my life. And that’s not me being dramatic, it’s true, I was so fucked up – still am! – and you didn’t judge, you became one of my favorite people. And I’m here because you were here and now you’re not and I’m just so fucking sad.

(I really did wanna build a tiny house on Big Lou’s property).