feelings on the radio, scrolling songs to find the one that has your heart ripped open and raw.

before, there were only so many stations. you had to turn the speakers off when your car ran out of signals, but now, you never have to stop searching for a space to sit in. at least, not until the fatigue hits you.

the blues, and upbeat, syncopated piano because you need that synth waver to break up the emotion, because you are not a teenage girl and her pillows in the afternoon, but a man on a mission, and a broken heart knows mostly only its own misfortune.

the fear of too many pills, but it's not today, even though you already take one for your headaches, and vitamins for health, and whiskey, because whiskey is the solution for all the little things.

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work is not really the place for friends. i don't think new orleans is either, but i don't think not having friends is the problem, so much as the need for new conversations.