there is no profound here.

September 23, 2015 /

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

September 23, 2015 at 5:23 pm

Your words “breathe” your character, which gives them meaning, even when there are only a few! 🙂
- laceykeigley
  
  September 24, 2015 at 11:46 pm
  
  Thanks.
  
  I’ve really appreciated your encouraging comments!