It Will Always Make Me Happy

You have no idea how important it is to me that we are here, you and I together connected by these words, as we are by so many other things. You have no idea what it means to me that you peer over my shoulder as I click at the keyboard. You have no idea how fulfilled it makes me feel that you read these words and remember them and laugh at them and always seem to understand.

And so I will ask you once in a while, perhaps too often, Did you read what I wrote today? And I will wait for you to chuckle or smile or roll your eyes.

And it will always make me happy no matter what you say.

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Why Potpourri and Incense?

I wonder why I say such silly things -- stories about grass and flowers and growing trees, stories about stars at night or boxes on a stairway. Why write these things when there are serious things to write. Why this potpourri and incense?

The fact is, I talk in curlicue ways about nice and innocent things because I am afraid to talk about those other things. Afraid to utter darker thoughts. Afraid to voice unspoken words. Afraid to shine light where nobody really wants to see. Afraid of what might happen if I do. Afraid of who is listening.

The world is a different place, they tell me, you see. And deep in my bones I feel I can no longer speak the way I used to just several years ago.

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