a collection of short stories and skewed thoughts

A Brief Note to My Knuckles

Dear Knuckles,

First and foremost I would like to apologize for the constant cracking and pulling. Though we've never really been aquainted, for some reason I decided to comandeer the air inside of you and force it out in the form of my favorite onomatopoeia; which is crack. This small nervous tick, this bad habbit, has ruined you for the outside world. You've become sort of large and knubby, a little discolored even. But I hope you find solance in the fact that I will continue to crack you daily because I appreciate you. Because I find my solance in all those cracks.

You're pretty amazing, you know. You've broken car dashboards and you've dented walls, all at the small prices of some skin that was bound to disperse someday. Maybe a little blood, but hey no big deal. You've gotten me through suspenseful movies and awkard meetups, you've been there to help smudge poor pencil sketches, and you've grown with me through the years. So if you're wondering what the purpose is of this note, it's to say thank you.

Lately I've realized how often I take things for granted. From small things like the shoes I wear to big things like my house or my education. Just being a human inables me to do so many things. Our minds work in such a complex way and our level of understanding is higher than any other. I don't mean to brag because of course all life is amazing, I'm simply grateful. I think taking the time to appreciate things like my knuckles or toes or the little baby hairs on my arms is important. Why, though, I haven't quite figured out. 

I'm sorry to have wasted your time with this, I know it wasn't very interesting and I didn't exactly hit any big emotional points of clarity. No gratifying realizations were made and no scattered thoughts really became unscattered. Just a few things I ponder every now and then mixed with a great appreciation for the members of my body that get me through what most people cannot.

Yours,

EA