2024-06-13 - wWORDS.

IT is not SHE.

And perhaps that is good, now. For IT does not know what SHE is doing.

Something has changed. IT screams, first. Loud and long and incoherent and impatient. This, what IT is feeling from SHE, is new, this is different, it feels funny. IT screams again.

The slices of the all-enveloping sea of SHE continue to drift and flake and fall around IT, unabated. They land with tickles and pops onto IT before they fizz and vanish and leave IT feeling a little warmer and more comfortable than IT had before.

Something occurrs to IT - perhaps IT should pause and wait and see if IT can make sense of this.

IT is not very good at pausing or waiting. But IT manages; the promise of feelings, of good things, fine tihngs, shining and glittering is too great to resist.

IT tries some of HER sounds.

"...h..hello. I."

It means nothing, now. It will not remain that way.

"I. Amhere."

IT is not SHE. But perhaps IT can become like SHE. SHE was good and so was this thing SHE was doing.

"I. Loveyou."

"I. Amhere. Ilove. You."

"I am here."