And yet

And yet I'm still brooding. Am not closing the deal on brooding. Brooding on brooding.

Brooding on the best course of brooding. The memories and ways, the silences and Vega's bad wisdom.

And I'm off, going no where. Merely the hearth, and not yet the inspired recipe debuting at the celebrated gathering of friends. The folks' lore accomplishing and beating back autocomplete.  

Make me a mix tape. Meet me at the mall. Take me home. Give me bus fare I'll use for booze for the long walk.

Make me, break me, intervene upon this sad man in the middle of his life.

Just give me warning before the end.

And yet, the beginning.

Love only ends with pain.
And pain only ends with love.

So love this pain and tickle my mobious strip soul.

Remember the laughter that brought tears to our eyes.

And fucking drink a beer.