dear the eerie calm inside my brain

hello, new friend. my name is gabe. i don't think we've ever met before. i'm glad you showed up, though, don't get me wrong. it's just that i'd gotten used to the old residents (inane jabbering, marijuana craving, soulful black women singing, distorted body image, coffee hum, work dread, never-to-be-used escape plans, snarky come-backs, outdated movie quotations, snippets of pornography with no faces, dead-end phone numbers, delicious recipes, lines of memorized latin texts, incorrect bank account balances) being around. but, by all means, make yourself comfortable.

love,
gabe