the kids are not here, and i find myself wandering from room to room
as if i'm going to find them playing with all too familiar mischief in
their eyes. i find often that i am lost when they are away. do you
think i'll ever get used to this? will it ever not suck? three plus
years and i still ache. the power was out earlier in the afternoon. a sudden and violent rain
storm blew through and made a mess of the works. it's in and out now,
the power, not the storm, and it's too damn hot to sleep. i go for a
drive instead. at least the a/c in the truck is on. i still feel
sticky though. august in texas. f*ck humidity. it's two thirty in the morning. i've got a sonic cup full of sweet
tea, a head full of static, and the world feels vaguely unreal, made
of a dark purple cotton candy i'm not sure i should eat. like sickly
treats offered up by some sketchy character trying to lure me into his
van. come on, Alexis Krauss. take me away from myself for a while. again. ghost
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