My ex-boyfrind told me he is dying, I think. Not so exciting. He told me his doctor told him the treatments hadn't worked. There is a part of me that thinks, Oh well, that is that, what is the point visiting, nobody will remember anything, very soon. Our life together is behind us, really. I'll always remember you. And part of my life ceases to exist, those memories we shared together. There is nobody with who I can discuss that now.
They should just have the style and the dignity to go away some place and die. Nobody can do that, there are no words. Exquisite pain. Beyond.
I'm guessing that is the wrong way to approach it, now that I check myself. So, I'll go get my glasses, and then I'll go and see him. I'll be funny, try and cheer him up. I'm guessing, the correct response, where we step up, just because we have to, an unwhatever act of something.
Brush up on my, It's all going to be alright... no, not that. I'll wing it when I get there.
Better have another joint, for this.
Look at my new glasses. Funny face.
I want to see if I can see better? The future. Is that irony?