blocked.

sometimes jim really has some gems. this was from a few months ago.

“do you know about flow?” he asks.

“you mean like a river?” i say while making waves with my hand.

“my wish is for you to feel that in your life,” he said.

i smile. it’s a heavy but happy smile.

"i picture a polluted river full of garbage and a huge tree in the middle blocking everything," i said. "not everyday, but sometimes."

he looks at me with heavy eyes.

today is one of those days. and i'm doing everything in my power to change it.