Rearranging Things and Invisible Things

I don’t want to write this, but I’m doing it anyway. Writing for structure, a container. To prove to myself that what’s wanted isn’t all of what’s needed. I’ll find a way to want it because I want the structure, the container, the invisible vessel—without it, I could drift forever, disappear into my curiosity, fall in love with nothing, and maybe that’s what I’ve already done. Maybe. I love the process—the sifting, sorting, finding and rearranging. 

I’m talking about the creative process. I think that’s what I’m talking about. Or maybe it’s just what I’m saying—just commenting on something vague, the mountain behind the fog as if I hadn’t already seen it.