For everything, no matter how skinny their chances – they only live when we speak them, write them, do them, making them real, explaining how we feel …
Easier when we don’t fret over being popular, politically correct or without criticism – we should not exile our feelings, but welcome them, internalize them.
Otherwise, just another notion – another emotion, lost on that breeze.
Never being heard again.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 8C/46F, clear and still in the middle of the night – brilliant black, sparkling stars and eerie absence of noise as traffic ceased to exist … talking to myself, hearing myself, complete contentment