Simple things.

Simple things. Like books that are just the size of your palm, printed in a simple font, filled with more words and less space. Movies that have nothing in particular to say but say a lot of real things. Oversized jackets. Pockets. Messy beards. Skirts and stockings. Detachment. Vulnerability. Screaming into the wind. All things fiction. Short sentences. Wooden buttons. Pastels. Lamps. Nameslips. Band-aids. Baby plants. Sunsets. People with lots of stories and no photographs. Stories without an end. Beginnings and hope. Love that is momentary. Lots of hugging. No thoughts. Just you VS you. Just such simple things, you know. Simple, complicated things.