May 28, 2009
Don’t. Please don’t. Please don’t let. Please don’t let me. Please don’t let me run. You might not notice it right away. I run slowly. I will make a series of choices, no one big enough to cause alarm but in totality.... I ask you to hold tight. I ask you to hold tight, because I am telling you right now, definitively, I do not want to run from you, us. It’s a habit—like cigarettes, coffee—I will break. But I ask for help, support, and jokes... ——— Knock knock. ——— Who’s there? ——— Yeah, I still don’t have any idea.