The best part … editing I refuse a prompting then I fight with the thing and then I’m still, stopping I listen to the ring in my ears, a bird sings just halting, and hearing all the rhyming it brings and then a brief tussling…

Just Be Still, and Listen… Come, sit here with me awhile. No need to speak, little one. No rush. Listen to the hush. I have stories true to tell.

You are older now a lot of time has passed, months years maybe even weeks and or seconds, since you last read this. 12 what a time what a year the first love, first loss, first death and suicidal thoughts, first fight, first lie, first…