there is no profound here.
There are some nights when the right words – or the wrong words – just don’t arrive on time or in any sort of tidy fashion.
Some days you’ve just used up all your speaking and all your feeling and all your you before lunch time even arrives.
And when that happens, you find yourself waiting. In word limbo.
Sometimes it’s good to sit in silence.
It’s a luxury I am not often afforded these days.
2 Comments
Boyd
Your words “breathe” your character, which gives them meaning, even when there are only a few! 🙂
laceykeigley
Thanks.
I’ve really appreciated your encouraging comments!