I feel you, brother. I do.

Every so often you tear a line off and it takes a piece of my heart with it. I’ve been here too, but it’s like that little bit of weird that you can get right after an orgasm. Like, well that’s that then. Done.

You gotta take all those moments right before when the whole fucking world is just right, and you take all those moments and sew them together like a patchwork quilt and you wrap that patchwork quilt around you when shit goes cold. Then you add a piece and you add another and another,and that’s maybe what happy is.

You aren’t even around anymore, Ed and my heart is breaking for you.