I remembered that a thing is just a thing and it doesn't have to be a cohesive story every time, just as sporadic and speckled a collection of words and/or images as I like. And I do like. So here are some six-(or-so-)word stories about my life right now. I like some of them better than others but they are all things and all silly and unlasting and I can't believe I'm writing some of them down at all and they are all gutwrenchingly true.
Frostbitten, but afraid of the fire.
I'd rather be frozen than this.
I don't deserve those soft eyes.
I wanted to touch your hair.
My eyes skip around the words.
I promised I would help her.
Why can't I learn to feed myself?
In love, despite my best efforts.