as i sat here, a minute ago, reading some poetry and looking at some gorgeous photographs of a non-parent old friend of mine, i thought how far i am from the place where he still is. although he has changed and grown, he still resides in a single artist's world, whereas i, a person with a solitary goal of being stain free when i choose my outfit for the day, just cleaned up a zoey-puked-on blanket, and nursed her back to sleep.
oh good, i just found more a.b.c. dinner on my shoulder.
i feel like doogie howser.
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