Semi-Daily Scribbles

Gary Q. needs to keep daily entries in his journal so he remembers to sleep. He picked up a notebook made from grass clippings and old maps the last time he cruised the Prairie View (got it from that tiny thing with the really short purple hair) that helps him keep track of the days. Gary scrawled a reminder two months ago to pick out one of those flowery ones for Phyllida. Phyllida is a crazy notetaker. Gary wants to be like his friend someday. Rock solid dependable, always around, never skips town. Doesn't play recklessly with feelings and dreams like C. Beautiful, shrouded in secrets, and sharper than aged Cheddar. Gary could build a happy life with that vixen of mystery. C. Even her name turns Gary's dearly held beliefs inside out and about to go rancid. Gone bad like fryer grease. C. has really clear skin considering what she surrounds herself with on most days. Most days Gary can be found prioritizing To-Do's (he uses a complex, cuneiform-like system of symbols to compose his lists) and editing poetry he'll spring on C. sometime soon, hopefully, like:

You are learning. I'm unlearning.
You're coming. I am going.
We hold a tiny piece of each other's soul near the place that hurts the most.
And therein lies the magic!
Be The Aurochs
(but without the extinction part.)