I’ve been in so many conversations. I’ve come back overflowing with so much. Wisps of other people clinging to me. They turn into dreams, into nightmares, into fantasies, into nagging nameless worries. Then someone says hello and they pass.
I started to worry about losing myself in you, in them, in each person I spoke to. Then I remembered to breathe and just stay in that moment, instead of trying to plan it, articulate it, use it, avoid it or optimise it. You don’t do these things to the quiet or to breathing or to dreams. You just let them be and you let yourself be. And I did.
We touch each other in so many ways. Let me be the breaths between waterfall words.