Your nipple is showing.
She looked down, it wasn’t.
She had her nipples harvested years ago.
What made her forget?
Sorry, I’m nervous.
War smoothed some of my wrinkles out.
But brains are like zen gardens; you smooth them out and put the wrinkles back: neater than before.
I just find my self redrawn by a more practiced hand everyday.
Nothing is set in stone.
We carve our own path.
We shape our future the way we tend to our garden, patience, care, fluidity.
Craftsmen of the crafted,
Artist as well as the ar—“are you John?”
“Huh?”
“I’m Alice.”
No, my name is “Graham”.
“Sorry, I’m supposed to be meeting someone called John.”
I could be John.
“Ghrame!”
“Goodbye Graham.”- Alice said fair too kindly.
Graham had gotten ever closer to human contact.
He would try again tomorrow; and get closer still.
Patience,
care,
Fluidity.