words
too many words
words become sentences
sentences become stories,
the stories we tell ourselves
today, tomorrow, our whole life
be they true
be they not
they remain just that
stories
not facts
they are not the clear blue skies
or the meadows filled with humming bees
they are not that beautiful smile on your face
or the kiss of the wind on your skin
stories hang in the ether
like ghosts
they follow us
they don’t hold back
they never stop
until
until we erase them
until We but Are
Here
In This Very Moment