just sprinkles

in therapy we use metaphors to draw some sense from my confusion. we talk about the body. ‘our main functions’ she explains between analogies ‘are to breathe and reproduce. everything else is just sprinkles.’ it makes enough sense to provoke a spike in nervous thought. ‘the body conserves its resources for these functions, and will do what it must to keep them going.’ I want to ask about long term consequences but can’t stand the thought of answers I don’t want to hear. 

everybody needs their own reason to move. maybe I needed to face what I want and can’t have from the depths of the well that I’ve dug. maybe just a thought of how we could have worked is all I need. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing or if you ever think of me. you’ve done the most already just by being known beyond a cause to check my phone. I wonder what you’re doing without needing confirmation. it’s enough to want to know between the static and the sprinkles.