We catch colds and planes and ways to blame, we catch glances and our breath, we catch wind of what comes next. We catch ourselves being much too invasive, we catch ourselves between rocks and hard places. We catch waves and rays of sun, we catch snowflakes on our tongues. We catch each other in lies,we catch each others eyes, we catch each others drift and we catch each other lifts. We get caught off guard, get caught on camera and caught up with the motion of the earth, we catch ourselves belittling our own sense of worth. We catch up on our paperwork, we catch up with our friends, we catch the last 12 minutes of a game that’s going to end. Our world catches fire, our hearts do too, after all we’re all quite the catch, and that’s the damn truth.
There’s frozen gumps of plaster in all our lives. It’s just thawing out and every once in awhile we get the drips. We feel the melt.
These arrive in forms of Arguements, Sarcasim, Jokes, and Oblivion.
The people in our lives are affected and are often the ones producing the warmth that begin the melt. Others enter during the process and fuel it.
But there is always us involved. We are the table on which the gumps sit. We provide the platform and sometimes even the tools that make thawing possible.
We are not always going to be solid through and through. We all have our soft spots and weak joints and we are not always going to be good at hiding them.
Either way we are responsible to collect the drips and bring them to the involved individuals in order to make the transition of solid to liquid easier.
To prevent the mess.
All in all, talk about those melting pieces, and talk about the melted. Talk about the whole, talk about the existence of what is happening.
If we recognize what parts drip faster, perhaps we can determine the reason why.
If we can distinguish the reason, in the end the affect of the liquid won’t be something we drown in, but something we can swim through with ease.