Becoming.

Becoming something.

The idea of becoming something - solidifying, going from atmosopheric condition to a whole different matrix of cell concentration.
From wisp to wasp.
Becoming something indicates that all the air has been sucked out of you.

Talking and seeing that aspiration come out and form, formulate, into something meaty.
You are here, there is no denying you.
I didn't talk your ear off, I talked your ear into being.

There is no end, you know, to anything.
There's no beginning (of matter) for that matter as well.
One continuous movement like a large stack of paper falling off a desk or long grass moving in the wind.
The sound of the little stream as it hurries by.
That large man moving his large hand through her long hair.
The same movement, over and over again.

It's that familiarity, that sweet bird's nest comfort, the continuity of you.
You loved me when I first met you, you still love me.
There is no end, you know, to anything.