run from me
Dear sweet friend,
I saw a small cave.
Okay I wrote that a few minutes ago. And I came back to it. And I honestly looked at it and don’t remember writing it.
It felt like it had just appeared out of nowhere. Mystery fingers typing about a small cave. Mystery fingers take me to junior high, when someone found a pencap in their fish stick. I remember seeing the pencap with my own eyes but then I don’t think I did. I think I heard about it in between class but why do I feel like I saw the pencap? I can remember the color of it. Red. Red plastic sticking out of a tan clump of chopped up fish.
I do remember now that I had seen a small cave. And that I wrote: I saw a small cave.
And I remember why I wrote about it when I did, but I am on to something else now.
-Do you ever feel like that?
For you: drink this, listen to this, and wear this.
Love!
—scotty