Not another word had been spoken. Yet, there it was.
That belt -
Nonchalantly hanging there. How long had it been hiding among the others?
Here is simple notion laden with mixed messages. Swirling in my muddled head, I can get lost. Misreading silent intentions, I am often wrong.
But he is a simple man.
Reel it in.
What was that?
Take each day as it comes.
And so the responsibility to trust in myself is on the agenda for today.
A pinpoint of love spreads slowly into an inkblot.
