Confusing people

Always Remember Us This Way https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vheNbQlsyU

Stacey: If I had a pool, how deep would it be?
Paul: Pretty shallow, I'd think.
Stacey: What do you mean by that?
Paul: Nothing.
Stacey: ...are you saying that I'm shallow?
Paul: That's not what I said.
Stacey: But that's what you were implying.
Paul: No, I was making a joke...
Stacey: ...implying that I was shallow!
Paul: Usually these conversations end in where I try and prove my point, discreetly, to others that this is the case without you noticing, so that you'd make a fool of yourself.
Stacey: o-kay...and?
Paul: But because I am your friend, more than just a friend I'd like to think, I'm going to save you from this kind of embarrassment.
Stacey: Thank you very much.
Paul: Does this gain me any brownie points? Are you going to invite me upstairs for a drink after I take you to a fancy restaurant tonight?
Stacey: Nope, and nope.
Paul: And if I built the swimming pool of your dreams like you've always wanted, in your back garden?
Stacey: A shallow one?
Paul: A shallow one is all you deserve.
Stacey: You see? At least that's straight up honesty. Brownie points for you.
Paul: ________

When a Cat Steals

Immortality (Celine Dion) : https://youtu.be/WdYaGt_sm3Q

Point one lit up, point two, then point three.
As each satellite glowed in their separate spheres, an initiation of transmission shot out in varied wavelengths.
If I could communicate in lines and curves, what would my language look like?
I'd say it would look quite complicated, with scribbles here and there, lines built on top of each other, loops connecting dots, intertwined with prints of shapes round and square.

I would throw a carpet of signs into the universe and wait patiently, for a response.
Maybe someone from afar would see my symbols hanging, silent in space, still and unwavering.
That someone was a street cat named Silver. She climbed onto the swaying branches of high-reaching trees to reach my symbols. First she tapped cautiously, then slightly more aggressively until one by one, they all toppled out of the sky and landed in a heap on the ground.
Satisfied, with a her bushy tail flicking left to right, Silver jumped down with a soft thud. Squinting her greyish blue eyes in the moonlight, she wasn't sure anymore that her capture would do her any good, it certainly wasn't dinner. She toyed with a few limp symbols, then kicking and scratching them with all fours until the symbols became worn and torn.

My language was stolen then broken by a cat.
I don't think she understood me.

Bundled Reflections

Time (NF) www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1ZVSFfCk9g

Flipping through virtual pages of time, 

2013
2014
2015
2016
2017
2018
2019

Each entry noting events that happened or maybe just inside my head.  
"Such an emotional being when I write..." I thought to myself as I am immersed in lines texts of the past.  
Has much changed? Yes, and no. 
Have I changed? I don't think so.  
Could you be a bit more certain? Maybe. 

(Someone is peeking over my shoulder, curious.)

 Because this is the me from now writing to my future self, I stay 100 percent real, 100 percent present, or I would feel too guilty that I couldn't even be true to me. I still dream and let my mind wander off a thousand miles from Earth.  But even those dreams stay on my scale, and not some lunatic murmur invented for the pleasure of others.

Time is slipping through my fingers, but I don't hang on to it either.  I let it flow past me, leaving my next day clean and fresh. Maybe wishes for improvement, but never any regrets.

I'm now brushing away the cobwebs and giving the screen a good shine. 
What makes a good writing I don't know.  Lot's of reading and lots of practise people say, I guess this is a start.
My concerns in life usually evolve around the ingredients I need for whipping up the next meal.  And then I fantasize about the first bite for the whole day, it's insane. And once the fantasy get's fulfilled at 8pm, I start all over again. 

As usual, I bundle together racing thoughts on to one page and try to make sense of things.
It usually doesn't.  It's okay.  I'm still impressed by you, brain.