I’m glad I didn’t run away and I’m glad I didn’t do as planned yesterday. Should I be afraid to say? I don’t know but I’m happy I didn’t give it up. I like this now and i also seem to like what comes out of it; tonight I was impressed to see it’s not just the skin that’s soft but also the first dig into the core seems to be more then I expected. If I’d have patience, it could mould into a nice connection that I might not feel the need to define, box, shape, size, imagine, hope or dream. I will just quietly add another and another piece as long as I’m content with what I see.
I promised I’d bare in mind all the past; when what I wanted dried my lips then drowned me in sadness. I will not forget, I will struggle not to let go, not again, not the same, not one more time.
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