The same discourses between us all the time.
A fragment. I hope it bothers someone. It should stay a fragment, though. It's meant to be that way.
Fields don't matter. Woods don't matter. Deer don't matter. Creeks don't matter. Scars don't matter. Necklaces don't matter. Shot glasses don't matter.
I still hold onto the things that don't matter. I know I'm not the only one. I don't sit and stare and yearn every day, or every week, or every month... but there are days I indulge.
I'm not weaker or stronger for it. I just am.
There are nights I want to go for long walks. Just not alone.
I want to go for a nice long hike. I want to explore.
... Just not alone.
It's funny. I'm not scared of bears or monsters or snakebites. I'm scared of moths, and for some reason, that's got me staying inside.
Take that metaphor however you'd like to. You will anyway.
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