i stopped writing because it was a lot of the same. i go to work my back hurts i go home i'm alone i'm with nick i'm at the show my brother's in trouble there is no money my brother's depressed i'm depressed my dad's depressed

and then everything gets better

and then it goes down

and then it goes up

and then it goes left

and then and then and then

so i thought maybe i'd start trying to urge it along to get back into the swing of things but more spaces than thoughts once again--

i stopped writing because for awhile, it was a lot of the same. it's still the same, but maybe with a few new elements.

no?

they come with time.

no?

okay.

(i'm tired but bored enough to be writing checks for bills i don't feel like paying yet.)