and some of Natalie Goldberg's writing prompts
When I die I miss you. I will miss being around you, hearing your stories, drinking your drinks and wondering what's going to happen next. I will miss all of you.
I will miss fucking you.
I will miss being confused around you.
I will miss loving you and being loved by you.
I will miss curry.
I will miss making love with you.
I will miss speaking broken Spanish, because the guy at Home Depot thinks of all the non-hispanic people in Home Depot, maybe I'm the one that speaks Spanish.
When I die I will miss having a body and all things I could do with a body. I will miss the things I never did. I will miss the things I never wanted to do, and now never will.
I will miss you, I will miss you though I will carry you in my heart beyond on the veil of this existence.
I will miss being nervous after telling a lie.
I will miss twice baked almond croissants from Bakery Nouveau
I will miss my friends who play music.
I will miss my friends who play games.
I will miss Kali and all it's expressions; fighting, thinking, sparring.
When I die I miss you. I will miss being near you, or hearing about you.
I will miss the things you taught me.
I will miss weddings
I will miss peeing outside.
I will miss the feel of a good suite and the world that goes with a good suite. Dressed and ready to feel, to feel good, to feel, to feel hot, to feel the something that is about to begin.
I will miss...
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