september 15 2026

I don’t know if any of this amounts to something that I can hold, but I hope that it all works out in the end. I don’t want to go home. I want to go to a place deep in between my heart and stomach where I can see a big mall on Christmas. Everything is too bright and your eyes begin to water as the nape of your neck is grabbed by two fingers. You aren’t supposed to be there. You’re supposed to go home. I think that everything that I have ever experienced is happening right now. I think you should never look behind you.

Everyone has a gun and also so much love for you. I have so much love for you.