Good morning! (Patreon)

Hi!

Hello!

It's pouring rain here, but I have an umbrella. So please do not worry for me. If there's lightning, even better! I have been feeling electricity crackling behind my eyes again.

Are you writing again? Are you looking out the window enough? That's how you get through this life, I've heard. Ancient wisdom. Eat more walnuts, my mother says. They're brain food. They're even shaped like brains.

My brain is shaped like a brain, too, though. So, take THAT argument with a grain of salt.

I hear you're making jewelry now. It's horrible. It's perfect.

I hear you live out in a cabin deep in vermont. I remember your voice.

I hear you're on the new york times best seller list again. I am so proud.

I heard your landlord is okay with cashing your rent cheque on the 5th instead of today. I'm relieved.

I heard you're still alive. I heard you're still alive right now, too. And now.

I heard that you've fallen in love.

I've heard you're dying.

God, you've never looked so beautiful.

I think about you every day, while I'm standing out in a field with my umbrella.

But when I'm falling asleep? When I'm lying in bed, holding myself warm and safe? I don't think about you at all. I think about my blankets. I think about my cheek against the pillow. I feel the most alive when it is just me and the dark and the quiet.

But now it's morning again, and I think I saw you walk by. I got your email. I saw the picture of your new bike. Nice. I heard your new album. And I realized I feel the most alive when I am in the dark and the quiet. But I feel the most alive for a REASON when you are all around me. Every one of you.

Joey