hunabku

went to a bar in auburn tonight.
skeezy, cheesy, something up the wall and drab.

but she wore a yellow shirt, and we sat at a table in the corner like we always do, because most bar goers aren't there for anything more than surface-level superficial bullshit.
and we talked about how she's leaving for florida at the end of the month, and how i'm moving out to be on my own finally. we talked about how we need to get the hell away from these parts, and how our dreams are prophecies are intuitions are telling us what we already know. and i told her about the handful of good conversations i've had these days: the ones with my family and the one with my co-worker who is the only real person i've met for awhile.
in our lives, we are given people for a reason, i suspect.
and we still have eachother
and we're splitting the hell out of these towns because we're so much more than we already know.
and it wasn't a dream this time.


i have so much work to do.
and i don't know if i have anyone to trust with this sort of thing besides her.


more later.
let's save the world.