One of the main thoroughfares that I drive on almost every day has a train yard right next to the street, and there's always interesting graffiti on the train cars. This eye looks kinda tired. Or is that just me?
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.