The silence is not deafening
It is just empty
Creating a vacuum
Where our friendship should be
It is just empty
Creating a vacuum
Where our friendship should be
I might end up with a creative non-fiction book. Or a screenplay. Or a performance art piece. And I don't know what it's going to look like on the way. I'm taking old journals, small scraps of paper, and Frisbie history. It's about my "slow descent into alcoholism" and manic-depression. It's about music. It's about love lost. Let's go for a ride.