I'll express everything to you, dear, I am anything but silent. My thoughts growl, grumble, then shine, like a cross curmudgeon who's been taken aback by something strangely pleasant, something he'd been wholly unaware of. Then, I transform into a rising, flowing, ecologically-friendly bag blustering in the breeze, useful and able to be disintegrated, but in the wind I unwind, like a kite, I am carefree. I am this soaring, colourful plastic kite, I was that ill-tempered now brightened woman, and occasionally I’ll surprise both you and I with exclamations of unhindered laughter; our heaven, the joyful giggling in your apartment complex with its walls so paper-thin: at the neighbours’ tired, thumping reactions, we spared no flowered damns for our carefree, witty, raucous din. A free form that flows, where I will travel? No one quite knows, I’ll settle my roots, a modern day view, no longer grumbling, nor full of air, words wheezing out, gassy, heated ill-views; Is it worth constantly listening, aloud, you once pondered, the attention mostly focused on you? And you winked and smiled cheekily, your heart was unprotected, you meant no true offense, with me you need no armour. But, you do listen, I am ever so pleased you do. Your apartment sings with the songs of my drafts, over and o’er I reiterate them, sharing the changes with you. I know you sometimes suffer, at the hands of my oppressively repetitive work, but you do this not as your duty, but to please this once-airborne being who sought you out not because she was simply lonely, not because of any selfish need, but because she truly admired you and desires your continued, charming company. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by danoliver2 from Pixabay
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