takautumia.

the first thing you have to understand is that there aren’t actually any bars.

there never are on the things that really keep us caged.

sight, however, is an unreliable thing. 

the second thing is that being homeless doesn’t mean you don’t have a home. 

it just means you lost it somewhere along the line.

keys get stolen. things happen. and sometimes your Somewhere slips through your fingers and gets trundled away by the current before you have a chance to white-hanky the river to a dual for deed and title. 

the third thing involves rock collectors. 

in our experience, an interest in fossilization generally indicates a tendency in the geologist to not consider the eras from which they collect quite so ‘bygone’ as others might. 

so, now.

Sorella still sees phantom metal cylinders on passing windows sometimes. 

she knows she doesn’t live in a basement anymore, 

but shell-shock is weird

and her nature abhors repetition. 

The Often Orphan used to have a castle of his own; a castle by the sea. 

and yet, his name still remains appropriate. 

the point is that what is had can be lost can be found again, 

but the back and forth of it all gets really harrowing, 

so he doesn’t especially enjoy talk regarding ownership of property of late.

Mildred’s rocks are known, and Mildred’s rocks are famed. 

this does not mean that Mildred’s rocks are loved or liked or even dead. 

but Mildred is smarter than she looks, and she’s figuring out how to play Pandora properly. give her time, and she’ll get it right. 

in the mean time, the less fear you show the rocks, 

the less they’re likely to bite.

panning for gold - ben sollee