Weird

Weird 

by Samantha Faller

Huh. 

Sometimes I can’t explain the feeling that sits in the room when we don’t speak. The way nobody’s talking but everyone’s speaking. Funny. The way we all sit 

and sprinkle on shit never made sense to me. 

Letting it linger and burn on simmer just built a fire there. Running away, refusing to say, everything we’ve ever seen. 

Funny. 

I used to laugh at the way the world worked. How the rules “corrected” me. Laugh at the fact that nobody asked “how are you doing” 

Even if they did, I’d just forget. Then putting on what they want to see. Just a mask, and a cape and a joke and afraid, keeping me weak. 

Weird. 

How it all didn’t fit. The rules and the shit I felt piling on me. They questioned and strayed and all said “you changed.” 

Just gotta say, it’s weird. 

Letting it all just sit, without thought and without whit, and instead gazed steadily. The room got still and I finally could hear what's always been around me. The signs and the flags, the way to go next, finally opened up to me. So I took a step in and saw what it did, manifesting a life without pretending. 

Here.