that’s the thing

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I never understood how to just begin. Something would bother me.

Something would make me worry about another thing that may or may not happen.

A lot of time passed.

These things converge; these things swarm.

These things stop other things from happening.

Lookers-on can’t see these things, but they’re inside.

We think about these things, and suddenly they have a lot more power, these things.

They swim around inside, and now we’re not sure where these things came from, but oh, they definitely might be, these things.

I read about other people’s things, and sometimes they write or they say to just do something. Many times they just go somewhere, even without leaving, and things happen for them. To them. It’s frustrating, not knowing how to do a thing.

Say a thing.

Write a thing.

Be a thing.

I know about some things, but I wonder if those things matter. Can I do something with those things? What will become of these things?

I’m not sure I need anything. I’m wondering if the things I’m doing will lead to other things.

What’s wrong?

Nothing.

Something must be wrong.

There isn’t anything wrong. That’s the thing, this idea of things. Anything can happen.

It probably already is.

armada

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I keep thinking about battleships of words

launching

fleets of sentences

Delivering that blinding truth and the

Feeling

that only arrives

when it all comes together.

Arms spread wide,

salvos of unimaginable Light

speak for us when mere

words

failed.

small, quiet town

In a town like this, we can take a walk and let the silence surround us
We can hear each other breathing
Pines and firs line the streets, and our soft footfalls quietly match
We sit together
We look out of the window together
Index fingers loop through coffee cup handles

“You should write.”

I lost track of how many times you told me this. I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. I don’t know what it means to write. I only know the feeling that I get when it’s quiet, and I’m thinking of you, of us, of the future, of the little things that happen that make each day what it is. The truth is, happiness comes and goes. To be able to appreciate each day is what I want, and I want to share that feeling.