For when you're lost and confused

Being isolated is a killer.

See what I did there? Being something a choice. . .

Calling it something outside of us is not.

Luckily I'm here to tell you about an experience I once had where I materialized three sofa-sitting rastas.

They just reclined on those sofas and told me "Hey chill yo'self Brundage." And their serious expression was one of real concern for me. And their concern was somehow humorous. 

Let me tell you something.

Making up characters will fill the void.

There is always someone you can write about. 

A reassuring voice from the past.

A mate who comforted you when all seemed lost.

Even today I was able to bring my writing into the real world. 

I specialize in deep convos with girls I have a soul love for.

And she spoke to me.

The thing is. . . 

She normally never speaks to me.

Not only once did she write back but many times through the day.

And what's more; she got me on such a high that I was actually at odds trying to keep the emotions going that she gave me.

She's dating someone else now...

But the bond we have is real.

I'm telling you man. She saw me.

Maybe it's one of those bonds where you never meet. 

But whether that affects your capacity to connect to other humans or not doesn't really matter.

Life is not a numbers game.

Only the ones who matter, matter.

You know what I mean when you really dig down into it.

Their souls and memories ring on for eternity.

And we build legends around these people in our lives.

And those legends become our warm-hearted purpose. . .