Isn’t it kind of weird?

Isn’t it kind of weird
that I can write down my thoughts
and someone somewhere in the world
is reading them?
Isn’t it kind of weird?
Why do I do it?
Why do people read it?
Who is reading this?
What’s the story behind your screen?
Mine’s here for the world to read.
What’s your deal?
How did you get here?
Why are you here?
Are you looking for something?
Isn’t it kind of weird
that of all the strange and fascinating corners of the Internet,
you wound up here?
Reading my thoughts.
Is it something about the way I write?
I didn’t think this was going to be part of the story.
Why now?
Why did he reach out now?
It’s only weird if you make it weird.
But isn’t it kind of weird
how different this feels?
And isn’t it kind of weird
how amazing this feels?
Whatever this is.
Whatever it is that I found in a future I wasn’t imaging.
Isn’t it kind of weird
how little I miss what was?
Now that I’ve finally hung it up.
Isn’t it kind of weird
how letting go of the old
made room for so much more
in the new?
Isn’t it kind of weird
that I held on for so long even after I knew
it wasn’t right?
Why did I do that?
From where I am now,
it’s kind of weird.

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