If he’d only ask me, What’s up? I would say,
I had popcorn and a coke for dinner tonight.
I haven’t slept more than 4 hours at a time in the past week or so.
I haven’t created with all of me since I was a teenager, or ever.
I miss my dead friend very badly.
Fear makes me shut down or blindly leap, never in between.
Nobody knows about my stash, and I think I broke my arm.
What’s up with you?