Post 2 - 3.6.25

I am paranoid that Find My Friend is inaccurate because a small bubble with someone's name does not mean they're really there.

And fuck messages that don't say delivered.

But don't worry, he was at the creek by choice—I had just imagined twisted limbs like twisted branches. He was collecting rocks for my flower bed while I was collecting imaginary flowers for his funeral.

And he said if I was worried, why didn't I drive down. Well, because it was snowing and because I wasn't sure what I was worried about. I think there are worse things than death and that was the least worrisome thing on my mind this morning.