Some Reason
There’s gotta be one.
There must be some reason for all the things I know, and even better reasons for what I don’t. Some days I feel punch drunk, all the contents of my mind spilled out on the table of conversation but not food enough to feed anyone. So here I am, twisting and turning, unable to find comfort, while sitting in my easy chair as it tosses and turns like a tiny boat adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Above the water I see the clouds and the sky. Under the water my thoughts go down deep to what’s nibbling at my toes. There must be some reason I woke today in cloud-cuckoo-land. There must also be some reason I can never say what I mean perfectly. And there must be some reason we’re all here in this place, trying to figure it out together.
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