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.