soup

its your turn to read all this from my perspective, between the ywo of us, I've never really understood what you meant by "enjoying the view". At this point in life, it seems a little relative from where you're standing, don't you think? for me, I could be enjoying you watching the view of me, or, perhaps, more astoundingly, you could be enjoying the view of me watching you watching me. In essence, we could be enjoying each other, or selfishly, ourselves. But what do you mean? are you waiting for some sight, some incredible happening that will awaken your heart and force it to leak from your every pore? are you looking for some event that will spread your mind wide and far covering every crevice of doubt you'd ever thought you might dwell in or upon? You'll never find that. You know that.
But I'm trying to understand the little things now, no, not understand, realize, appreciate.

Here is an example of some short fiction that I wrote at the conference and just typed up:

Tomato Soup

I sighed as the man came a halt again, this time, appartently, to examine different tomato soup brands. Some more politically correct person in my position might have called him “overwight” or “obese” or even morbidly obese, but, in truth, he was fat. Some people are acceptable members of society who happen to be a bit overweight, but this particular fellow was fat. Why? Because he was an obnoxiously fat person. He quite literally took up the whole grocery aisle and seemingly moved at the pace of a boulder rolling uphill. I was pretty sure I was being ever so subtly pulled into his gravity well. I feared that if I traveled behind him too long I would be locked in orbit until he either lost weight on his own or through posthumous decomposition.

Vaguely listening...
I don't bother to tune in
Like an ancient radio gone out of style.

I can't help but hear the worries being confessed
I can't help but feel the vibes of affection
I can't help but imagine all those sprinting droplets are someone's tears.
I can't help but smell the salt from my own.
I can't help but touch the foggy window that reflects the sky.