breathe

don't let me keep you. i know you have a dozen places to be all at once. you move from page to page, quicker than a hummingbird. besides, there is nothing for you here, nothing you haven't already seen. just words.

what's that? tell you a story?  darlin', i don't even know where to start. well, of course at the beginning, but that's not the whole story. 

sometimes we forget ourselves. either by intent, or a slip of the mind. sometimes we are hectic and in need of a landing place. somewhere we can stop doing every thing but the one necessary.

breathe.

 

 

ghost