Imagine his parents when they found out they were having him. Imagine the clean love of a new, unused cradle. Imagine a tiny new person.
I am crying and I think it is because all I had to eat today was cookies. My stomach is mad at me, and my heart is mad at me, and my brain is mad at me, so what can you do but cry?
A month ago I was sitting next to the ocean. I didn’t want to leave it. But I did, and I haven’t yet returned.
Three hours south of me is a man I have loved for years. He sits in a wonderful place, scribbling his dreams onto paper. He built something for himself. He built his own colorful world.
I am looking for a wisp. A wisp of something I have lost. Something I have to find again. What is it you are searching for? What do you not have now that you want to have before you die?
It is time to go. It is time to paint rainbows on beaches, scream into ocean waves, laugh so loudly they’ll never want to speak to you again. You don’t need those quiet, sulking people anyway.
The girl is pregnant. Her baby is coming soon. She will be a wonderful mother, you know. New love is coming, and new fear, and new dreams.
Imagine them loving you. Think of how they were born, how they grew up, how they have lived so many days. Look how they look at you. Yes, your mother made you, but I made that smile. It is all miraculous.