NaPoWriMo Day 4

Nobody said it wouldn't be weird.

I gave myself this prompt: Why? Because. . .

Because the wind will not stop

because messages are coming through all the time

because I’m always running out of time

because running is good for me and feels good sometimes

because what’s good for me is a question

because questions are hatching in my ears

because hatching is for the birds, for real though

because i can hatch a plot but not a bird

because i’m not very good at plots, either, but birds are impossible

because plotting sounds like plodding

because i am plodding along, thoughts-wise

because thoughts come unbidden unless i bid them, and then

because they are perverse and capricious, they stay in their room like a teenager

because i was a teenager who stayed in my room

because my room was almost my own space

because i want nothing to do with outer space, except to look at it

because “outer space” is not real

because what’s real is i think i might’ve drunk a little fly in my water by accident

because i flipped the stinkbug on his back and flipped him again

because i felt bad about it

because i wouldn’t want to be flipped over by a giant hand

because the universe, not outer space, gave me a little punishment

because i forgot for a moment about kindness

because it’s easy to forget your size, small or huge, and act accordingly

because i’m small and huge

because there’s so much here

because i’m alice-in-wonderlanding around all the time drinking the potions and eating the cake

because it’s hard to stay just one size all your life or even

because it’s hard to be the same size all day long

because I’m a TARDIS