A tiny crack opens, where, I heard, the light gets in, that ting crack perceived through these tired eyes that will not let me rest until I have finished a witty, or at least clever note, a short note will do as long as it is not only its brevity that makes you smile. Two nights without sleep and I fall apart.
If I told you about them I would say they are a conversation in my mind. While that is not a lie it is a very one sided conversation. See, what happens is I think of the things I would like to say, I go through the words, the exact words I would use. But I don't wait for your reply, I change my words, I change the last phrase. I reorder my thoughts and start from the beginning again. And again. I one sided conversation which I never hear your reply
Kindness
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