Do you remember the first time we saw each other outside of work?
I brought you to the everlasting DIY venue, The Flux Capacitor.
You wore a green belly shirt and black puffy oversized parka.
I was so scared to touch your hand but I wanted make sure you were safe next to the pit.
The tide pushed the bodies and you were slammed into the wall.
I felt so bad.
But you took it like a champ.
That’s the first time I knew I loved you, yet was still scared to touch your hand.
This was the purest form of how we were or knew each other.
Now we hate each other.
Well, I assume you hate me.
It’s hard to find hate in my memories.
Yet I try to wash your name out of my mouth.
I will probably be losing moments of my life very soon.
Like trying to write on a blackboard with a pen.
Soon I will find myself doing push-ups as I think about this moment.
Where have we come.
I am still a creator.
I am still to overcome a task of the relentless daytime tv of prison.
And I will.
And I don’t care where you wind up, as long as you are happy and the kids are safe.
I will keep this with me as something to pass the time and smile.
If only words were made of clay, I would smash the mold and reform where we have come.
Mabye they’ll have clay in jail.
-Joshua Tool 06/16/17