Hey Jordan! Over here.

Last night was fun, we should go out more often.

My mothers washing my clothes, if you’re wondering why I’m naked.

Oh you weren’t wondering.

I wanted to come over, too many babies and nightmares happening at my house.

What I really wanted was to talk to you. I’ve been a mess lately.

Its good seeing old friends.

It makes me feel good.

Ive been worried about everyone. I need to come down soon. Are they happy?

Oh, he really loved his mother. Can you give me his number?

Thanks. I’m really sorry to hear about that.

He probably wont be out naked anytime soon.

It’s reassuring

Knowing that he hasn’t had his brains smeared across a windshield yet.

Ya, I always told him to get down, he flies around to much. I don’t want to get into any more detail, next thing you know he’ll be out on the street fully clothed.

But I’m sure it wont reach that extent though, right? I mean he still is depressed right?

Good, that’ll keep him safe.

He’s done all this work so far, and he’s just so close to complete corruption of his mind.

He must be out of his mind to want to back out, so far in.

We should sit down and talk with him soon, get him on the wrong path. He’s been falling into conformity too often lately.

It’s not good for the soul.

We’ll talk.

Tags: ahmad sahli, poetry