Blog,
I imagine who reads you. It is the same people that hear the thoughts I share aloud to myself, in the shower. Blog, I think about you like a garden. There is little interest in what is above the surface.
Blog, you know my thoughts meander, and sometimes there are too many thoughts, and it feels like there are no thoughts at all. I try to recreate them with you. But they are always something new, and I like that too.
Gabi, Lucas and I had dinner the other night. I had forgotten how it feels to ride my bike away from someone I love.
I think what I am trying to say is, I forgot how it feels to be let out from beneath a pair of wings and fall to a sea, saved again by a set of talons, kind and tender.
Maybe I am also trying to say, I forgot how it feels to step outside of myself and see how beautiful my friends have made me.
Or even, I am trying to say that I felt like a weightless halogen, blown around.
Or, arms can take many shapes, and I will never know the next form.
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