A little 'write to help me focus

Sometimes you just need to let things melt together.

The expression you could alternate with that is "blur together," but that isn't as encouraging of a story. Then everything is blurry. Here's what happened when I let things melt together today.

Actually, they didn't. They just melted without me. "They" being the butter cookies with a layer of chocolate on top of them that my host mother bought and left in the kitchen, and probably in some bag before that. They're just cheap supermarket cookies that I will probably be buying a whole lot of before I go back.

They melted together. And then at first I tried to separate each cookie with a knife, but it didn't really work. It was as though each section separated by plastic of 3 cookies were meant to be 1 big cookie. I ended up eating the big evolved (think Pokemon) version of the cookie after separating the 1st cookie awkwardly from the other 2, so I guess that's only ⅔ (don't you love how that's a character? I had to look it up on Wikipedia so I guess there's no numpad code for it, if there is one I've forgotten it). But it tasted... like heaven. It tasted like a s'more. Without the awkward marshmallow that disturbs your mouth with a sense of buoyancy. Incredible. I want more.

If life gives you a s'more, though, should you deconstruct it in your head and then figure out that you should just go out and buy butter cookies (or graham crackers) and a chocolate bar and voilà? No, not always... there's not always enough time for that. But it's cool to have the idea.

Hey, I was just listening to ABBA (not everything in life has to have a transition either) and it's a song that they recorded but ended up as one of their least known unreleased tracks because whoever wrote it in the group decided to take an idea out of it for a song that later became a single and that's quite different and more uptempo, "Under Attack," but with a message not really more upbeat. Anyway the track is called "Just Like That," and it goes like this:

Just like that
As though he'd only stopped awhile for a chat
But my secrets he learned
Leaving no stone unturned

Or you could write it as prose, like this:

Just like that, as though he'd only stopped awhile for a chat, but my secrets he learned, leaving no stone unturned

It sounds familiar. It sounds like I'm more willing to play with things now, though. If that's one thing I've learned from Paris it's a good thing. I mean if there's one good thing I've learned from Paris it's that. Look at me, playing around with freewrites again...

Well, someday the sun will dawn for me. You know, that expression. That one. I think freewriting needs a Filipino emphasis de-notation. Wow, I can't write. Berry good. Berry an ah ah ah

A freewrite at least doesn't really need a conclusion...