Sometimes it seems like you are spaghetti-ing
swirling
talking in circles
reaching for a point.
But I have come to know you enough that
(I think) that’s not actually what’s happening.
You know where you’re going.
You know why you started where you did.
You know how to get from one point to the other.
You have the dots
clearly mapped out
from one place
to
another.
You just also externally process as you relate everything.
You fill in the details.
You don’t say A+B=C.
You fill in the backstory
and the surroundings
and your feelings.
You are a storyteller.
At first
I wasn’t sure how to receive it.
But now
I get it.
All the stuff I don’t say,
all the specifics,
all the details,
all the feelings –
they are still there;
I still think them.
I still think through how to go from one dot
to the next.
I just don’t say it out loud.
You let people in
to the process
to the inner-workings
to the gears as they move.
And I appreciate you for it.