It didn’t make sense but yet it made so much sense in the world. I guess to her the words she heard sounded more like baby talk than plain English. Maybe the feelings she felt were more scrambled then she first thought. I just didn’t make sense to her. Rain was silently failing and noise was rattling beyond the stairs of her home, yet a feeling settled solely within her, not comforting her but puzzling her.
She called him.
Not just to hear his voice but to search for answers as if he knew what she’d been feeling all along or as if he felt the same feeling too with the same pondering questions. She told him her mind wouldn’t shut up but that she was fine and maybe she was but she didn’t know what it was she felt because it just didn’t make sense. Instead of asking him to stay, she agreed on him to go and continued to lie still trying to figure of the nonsense that stirred within her.
It just didn’t make sense but yet it made so much sense in the world. It still doesn’t make sense.