SPACES part 5

sometimes when i sit, and i mean still, i start to feel my surroundings and i realize they are present. it makes me realize i dont always treat them with the respect they deserve and that despite my inconsistencies their position never wavers. they dont spend hours feeling wronged or unfulfilled or like they could have been something more. they merely exist the way they were meant to and expect nothing in return. the more still i get the more alive they become. i love you freeways ceilings night stands qtips fruit bowls faucets automobiles tshirts trees tacos tricycles toothpaste and every other inanimate object i sometimes forget are always there.