Somethings

These are things I’ve made and don’t know what to call them. Sometimes I create something and ask myself, what is this? And feel the need to name it, understand it’s purpose, why it exists, what it is teaching me. But the truth is, sometimes I just don’t know. There is this need for permanence inside me, to say, this is it, this is me, now I know so I can feel sturdy and certain and safe in that. So I name things, and rename things and sit with things and take things apart and wonder about it all inside my mind. I suppose these are pieces of me, in a way, thoughts and emotions moving through me as I create something with my hands in moments now gone.