I am the side platter at the table. Tasty but unsatisfying, special but simple. I am the forgotten supporting act, the bumbling sidekick, the truncated blurb. I am a summary of multiple parts, the labels on a graph, the scribbles in the margins.
Show me the right direction and I will go another, following the river, darting through the crowds. I trip myself up trying to get out of your way, but you will not look back.
Never stop writing, mi amiga. Your words are provoking all kinds of mini-mutations in my mental ecology. I love that feeling :-)
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