There are occasionally days when the words for these pages refuse come.
I can read books and quotes, play loud music then quiet sounds, I can stare out of the window or close my eyes in meditation, but still the words won’t come.
And then a thought flickers into my mind - why not re-write an old post ? No-one will ever know…..
But I would know.
And then the words come.
We all have lines we said we’d never cross, but sometimes it’s only by getting closer to them that we remember why we drew them in the first place….