She asked how to spell a word. I realized that whatever my answer might be, she'll spell it that way for months, maybe lifetimes. I suddenly felt myself wearing a huge winter coat of responsibility made of extinct soft morals. And I paused, as we hung in a nano-moment made of the universe. Finally I heard myself say: "M-E-A-O-W".

To be honest

it's not trust 

It's an expectation

that people won't change

their direction 

When they do

it's not betrayal

but just an incapacity

to accept the new

The tongue of thought

leads into the micro

And you forget

there's a whole life

made just for you

Takes seconds

to make a decision

So why do you wait

while losing resources

?

There's 8 billion

That's your extend

there are no boundaries