The pause that I fall headlong into ..
between two silences.
Holding conversations without a beginning or end.
I realize painfully
That somethings are like perforated experiences
Series of holes held together by blank pieces of paper
Delicate. So fragile.
Holding the conversations.. the pages ..the book and eventually
The story together.
To be read and understood one day...
Someday.
Till then
I must resist the urge to tear off the page.,,
that seems loose..
and be patient.
Rhea
