drive til the rain stops

collaborate with lin manuel-miranda

Get a summer job on a fishing boat. Capsize in the storm. Build a fire. Try and nurse your captain back to health after he hits his head. Listen to his deluded visions of angelic armies. Change his bandage. Have a burial for your friend who walked into the ocean. Go down to the boat. Leave your camp behind for some archaeologists.

don't bring a compass. what is this, the nineteenth century? c'mon. be reasonable.

bleed out

sharpen sticks and stab at the tide pools

let your head sink down beneath the brackish waters

pitch a canvas close as you can to shore

be hardcore, but not that hardcore

Try to remember to write in the diary that your son gave you

wait as long as you have to for good news

trust in god. trust, trust, trust that he will deliver you safe and sound. even when you're sure he doesn't exist, trust.

get lonely

never die, never die

rise if you're sleeping stay awake

stay 'till you feel your legs underneath you again

come out on the other side of adversity, older and closer to being whole, and shining brighter than ever before. fuck going out in a blaze of glory; you're staying alive in one.

warm up yesterday's leftovers. stare dully as the plate spins in the microwave. feel sympathetic vibrations deep down in your soul.