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I will stand between the heavens and the earth for you.




. . .



“You can leave me.”

“I won’t. it’s alright.”

A big sigh, and a bigger breath.

“You should leave me.”

“I will not”

This place is crowed with so many people, feels like it would have been fine if one or two died. No difference could have been made. Look around, avoid eye contact.

“Weather is nice today.”

A big sigh, and a bigger breath. Long pause, longer glare.

“I don’t want to talk about the weather.”

Pauses , and begins fidgeting. Nails, grass, fingers, rings. A gust of wind and pats the sweat off.

“It is really … a nice windy day.”

Hands held hands; eyes saw eyes; and a confession was let out.

“ I don’t want to talk about the weather. Tell me why, what, when. Tell me what you like about ants. Tell me why there is a seahorse shaped birthmark on your belly and on what side and why you think it is a seahorse. Tell me about that one time you overstayed at your grandma’s. Tell me how many times you stayed there and start the stories over again. Tell me why you want to live in the woods; repeat it again. Tell me why you walk like that and tell me why you trip after every ten steps . Tell me about the times you don’t move out of your bed. Tell me what it feels like then, I promise you I won’t make you feel small about it. Tell me about how frequently you wash your clothes and why. Tell me about your long-lost habits and tell me about your new picked icks. Tell me. Say something. Is it your father? Or your mother? It has to be your mother? She said something ? She didn’t say anything? I promise you ; I won’t make you feel small about it. Tell me why you wish to get cancer. Tell me what the alternative of it is. Tell me why you are stuck ; tell me how many times you get stuck . I promise I won’t make you feel small even if it’s 100  times. Is it 100? 200? Per week? Each day? It’s okay. You feel lost? I will tell you where you are. Tell me something. Call me when I am half asleep. Leave me a long note. Comfortable paragraphs? I will hang on for dear life to them. Tell me why you feel that way, that it’s ending; many reasons? Same reasons? Fears? Trust me. Hold on. Let me help you. You won’t?”

25 seconds has passed. No answers.

“I will … not talk about the weather.”

 

 

. . .

 

20 minutes later, we stood up. Handshake rituals.

“When I feel sad, I lie on the floor. ”

“So, you are lying all day on your floor?”

“No, I said when I am sad.”

Pauses. Steps. Walking.

“Well technically yes … I am sad most of the times.”

Smiles. Hold hands.



Couldn’t go over the wall. Bad at climbing. But did go over the moon to Saturn; apparently good at flying.




Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 8, 2023 at 9:01 AM

    "Did go over the moon to Saturn; good at flying". 🌼

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousJuly 2, 2023 at 3:58 AM

    I will not leave you, it's alright.: )

    ReplyDelete

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