You don’t know if it’s a love thing or it’s even something to be loved, but it’s a need that feels so naturally appealing to your being, that you can’t let go even if you wanted to. It grabs hold of you with a sometimes rough and calloused grip, but more often with the softness and beauty of a familiar hand, and says, ‘remember me?’
You know you’re bound together. A forever thing.
From the sidelines I have watched and admired the creative ventures of many. They grow and develop in their beauty, while my own sit suspended in notebooks, Word documents and Google Docs, splendidly hidden from the world, solitary in total digital darkness.
Life is too short for such things, so I welcome you. Stay as long as you need.