Simple things, like the safe distance, or the prolonged stare spark thought. Simple things like the touch of a finger, an unexpected meeting, and an
'I-would-have-answered-the-same-way'
stimulate the nerve endings. Complicated things like deciding what to eat, trying to say goodbye, and hoping for the next hello... weigh on one's shoulders.
Life is simple. Life is complicated. Life is beautiful. Life is feeling alive. Life is a book worth investing the time in writing. Life is worth fighting for. Life is worth dying for. Life is death.
There is nothing simple about Hello.
There is nothing complicated about Goodbye.
At the moment when we think we could have everything figured out, we are asked the trivial pursuit question about Khrushchev that just makes us scratch our heads.
Figuring life out is beauty. Surviving ourselves is the complication.
But nothing makes me smile like strangers in the night.
