Good night to you too

I spent some time down by the ocean, watching the sun set golden over the water, sillhouettes of fish jumping, circles transgressing mere suggestions of waves, moving ever outward. Just one seal tonight. It would disappear for impossible periods of time to reemerge to the sound of its own heavy breathing. The swallows were all but silent. Gradually the water faded to black and so too did a family of geese, moving westward until I couldn't see them anymore. And none of that replaces the fact that I feel so fucking stood up.

Some days I really don't like some of my friends, but I can't be hard on them because they're the only ones I've got.

This post will likely self destruct at some point.