little bites
Dear today, from yesterday,
The mood in this room with one window is everything I want to say, and if I could accurately get that across then we could relive this day. Me, polishing a stone with my shirt, you, considering hemming a skirt. See? That's the best I can do. And after all I've been through you'll nibble me up like the birds eating my seed. Just a little something to get you by. And I'm so bad at saying bye. So I hesitate to say hello when I know, and I always know. I feel like this fresh spring air, and what's in the air doesn't need words. I'd much rather just absorb those words the way I'm watching these birds. We let our thoughts out in spurts, they flit about in the afternoon sun, fly away when they're done, and then we move on. I've been evolving steadily, that much is sure, but when I arrived on your horizon and saw this new world, I suddenly felt quite insecure. I put on coffee and the singer sings discordantly on purpose, and it reminds me to tell you that in some ways I'm so slow that you won't recognize my melodies until you've heard the entire symphony. Maybe we are just little bites, and the best we can do is to nourish each other consistently. You'd probably think I haven't thought this through, but I've already spent a whole day thinking about it and there's only so much thinking you can do.
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2016 - 2021