The Them and The You

They told me you were nobody, nothing important.
Well then, I thought to myself, you must be special indeed - because in all my years, everything I've seen, I've never met somebody who wasn't important.

The Layers

You're just a person in a family in a home in a town in a city in a country in a continent on Earth in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe.
You are so tiny.
And so well protected.

The Open Faces

That's the problem with you - with all people who always say what they mean and mean what they say - you assume everyone else does, too.

The Softly Trod Line

They would hurt you less.
I will love you more.

The Echo

I don't hear voices.
I hear your voice.

The Motives

We do what we do because it's all we can live with. Because it's the only decent thing to do.

The Soldier's Twitch

You walk with your weight carried on the outsides of your feet. It's characteristic of someone who walks long distances over rough ground, but not quickly. You out your right hand in your jacket pocket, but not your left, as if the posture of right hand higher and left hand lower feels natural to you; the posture of someone carrying a rifle at half-ready. You scan visually from side to side on the street; you notice rubbish bins, parked cars, and on-coming pedestrians, but someone overtaking from behind doesn't bother you. You're used to working with people you trust in an otherwise hostile environment.
You need to calm down. You're not fighting a war.

It's okay to give peace a chance.

The Night Sky

No matter how long I took to explain combustion and fission and hydrogen and helium, you still insisted that stars were people who were loved so well that they were traced into the constellations, to live forever.

The Widely Believed Lies

The world will tell you that how you say things is more important than what you say.
The world is wrong.

(I'm back. Thank you for still being here. I missed you.)