Assorted, Disentangled, Momentarily Confused Thoughts

Stick fish

are difficult to draw in the dark.

They crawl and bite at the pen,

it tries

and fails

and drowns.

At a moments notice.

I would jump in front of a car,

I would shave my head,

I would sing karaoke,

I would dance in front of the president,

I would bake a batch of cookies,

I would read 100 novels,

I would gain 20 pounds,

I would run 25 miles,

I would cry for several hours,

I would be there.

There is nothing as sweet as laughter tasted after sorrow. Nothing as hollow as rejection. Nothing as bleak as wasted time. There is nothing as shallow as a secret. Nor as blind as fog. Nothing as solid as protection, as indifferent as a smug smile, nor as selfish as tears. There is nothing that can be done, and nothing that can be undone.

We are stuck.

The path you seek. The path we find is the path we wanted to end up walking. It may not look like you expected. Be careful to walk slowly, watch for loose soil, careful in the sand. Do not follow or be followed. Do not linger, or run. Bushwhack when necessary.