Dearest Numbers

My dearest Numbers, How I adore you. Your simplicity, your clarity, your quietness. 1 is 1 & 2 is 2 and there is not other way. For in this absurd world I live, with thoughts and feelings and people and tasks and textures and words and words and more words…

you sit so simply.

So perfectly graspable.

So faithful in your ways.

Perfect logic in the most illogical lands.

I cling to this logical side of me — { Save me from myself! } — I plead. Save me from this fluid side that feels and thinks and dreams. For it takes me down these open roads, through dark woods and damp caves — { CREATE } it screams — create, create, with all that I dislodge.

But, boy, I struggle in this world to connect the ins & outs. I grab the snake by it’s own tail and shove it in it’s mouth. { GO IN!} — I yell as they slip past like magnets of equal charge. Why won’t these worlds connect and create consistent flow?