Whatever dude

Sometimes, i have nothing to say.

Sometimes, these words kinda float around me, and asked to be used.

Sometimes, i have no idea what i'm doing.

Randomly these sentences fall around my feet, strung together by twine and fragments of days and thoughts.

Sometimes... i am tired.

I sleep. I sleep and wake up and i am tired.

I walk around and i am tired.

The days are made of minutes i need to get through, so that i can say  that it's been done.

I survived.

I let these things get to me sometimes.

I talk about nothing.

I tell people these little things that don't mean anything.

I keep moving along.

Take photos, eat meals, feed, bathe, turn up.

Filling up my days and hours and seconds, my eyes and my spaces and this air around me... filling it up with anything so that it isn't empty and unused.

Some days this shit is so pointless.

And i'm all like... whatever dude.

Why do you like hugs mum?

Because they feel nice Jace.

I like them too, because they are funny.

Mum?

Yes Che?

I love you.

I love you too.

My favourite part was when i came home and saw you mummy.

Oh really?

Yes, what was your favourite part of me?

This part right here Tiv. That's my favourite. And all these parts too.



Sometimes, all the world outside- it makes no sense to me.

I don't know what to tell them, how to prepare them for all the uncertainty in all those spaces.

In some minutes though.. there's their smile, the giggle, the words so wise and small, the arms that wrap around my neck and wish me love and good nights.

And in these moments, i'm like Whatever dude.

This is all that counts.