simple thought

I wrote this on a cold, dark day. I called it a simple thought. But it's not.

I really wasn’t expecting this. It was a complete surprise. I never would have thought. It didn’t cross my border. I don’t need the light now. The sun is bright enough to go outside and breathe. More out there, so how ‘bout you you? Gell. One L? I should give her a call before it’s too late. It’s too late. I’m a fool. And the sun goes behind the cloud. It gets grey. And I say, Maybe I should stay. I'll make the call. No, I'll make cocoa. I'll relieve pain on paper with pen. Read and make-believe a picture from a plot, cream-colored characters and a place from inside my mind; set setting and make a go. Sun surprises by making an appearance. Blind me brightly with your easy inspiration and your serious light. Gift given gas goes in. I've blown numerous names, numbers, and nobodies; never normal and yet, never again. Ate the same oily, smoky sandwich last night. This is nothing like riding a bike, with these forgotten feelings aside. It can all be remembered with one call, a conversation. Don’t know what I’ll do when we are no longer able to. Don’t have a feeling of fortune. Why would things go right, now, when they did in the past? I spill while drinking, and drink when in-love. Wait. Go back and ride again. Remember and replay. Read and rewrite. I can’t type, this computer is ill.