We make our interpretations.
Listening to stories with no voices dressed up as music.
Judging with our opinions and conclusions.
I giggle like a little girl when I think of us sometimes.
All of us.
We are something to laugh about often.
I just want to hear you in your quiet space.
Unoccupied and doing nothing.
Maybe some crickets chirping at night.
Maybe some birds chirping in the morning.
Warm pita bread with honey and butter.
And some words to write.
Maybe 500 tomorrow.
Fat chance.
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