elephant poop

an elephant turned 180 degrees, he’s behind facing us. he performed a little dance, it was cute. then the enormous pieces of poop started dropping. one, the next, another one.. we are sitting in the circus watching the elephant poop. we are overwhelmed. the children go home and start playing elephant potty training games. i go home, and mention elephant poop in work emails. every day should be an elephant pooping day.

knot

your head feels heavy. the thoughts from today and from yesterday and from the day before and from the week ago and from the year ago all came together and made a tight knot in your brain. you can’t process the thoughts. you can’t think them. you just feel their heaviness, their pressure. you feel the alcohol presence around them. it was supposed to make them feel lighter but it did not. it just made you feel confused. you move the knot of thoughts to the back of your head to let the normal processes function, to let the things flow. you wake up late at night, and you feel the presence of the knot. it moved forward. it wants you to acknowledge it, it needs you to process it, it demands you to accept it. you fix your pillow. you pull up your blanket. you move from your right side to your left. you go back to sleep.

layers

you take a layer off. you do a circle, you send a few smiles. you give a few looks. another layer - off. another circle, more smiles, more looks, more faces, more eyes. layers, layers, more layers. endless layers to take off. is there anything else?

stalker

i am sorry. i have no purpose here. i have no advice. i have no right. we are not even close. i am not even your friend. i can’t get you off my mind. i don’t know why, i don’t know how. it just happened. i feel your fears, i feel your pain, i feel your helplessness. i feel your hope. i feel your happiness at the idea this hope brings. it only goes one way. i can’t send anything back. i can’t send my thoughts, i can’t send my optimism, i can’t send my confidence. i can’t send back this deep feeling of connection i have with you. still, it does not matter. this is not about it. this is not about me. this is not about my uselessness, my feebleness. this is about you. and you will be fine.