“There’s so much space here,” she said.
His eyes smiled. You’re not afraid anymore.
“Is that weird? It happened so fast.”
It’s happened before.
“I thought there was something really wrong.”
You thought there was something missing.
“I always think there’s something missing.”
Always? No.
“I feel calm here… content.”
There’s nothing to do, nothing to want, nothing to change…
“I don’t want to leave. Not yet. If I leave now, it makes what brought me here not real—not serious.”
It was real then. Doesn’t have to be real now. His head tilted like a crow. Does it feel time to leave?
“Maybe. I don’t want to rush. I don’t want to rush anything.”
Like the art.
“Yes. I’m letting it in—the pieces that call me. Not the stuff that feels like work. Some of it smells bad.”
He smiled. Anxiety-stink.
“Yes. Exactly.”
If you go, you can always come back. You could come sit with us. Anytime.
“That feels right. I’d like that.”
Stay or leave or do both. We’ll be here.
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