the mountains... the waterfalls...
sudden thoughts that hit and either make me laugh or cry or both.
Is this grief? What stage is it?
Then I freeze because I cannot hear the voice. I need to hear it and it's gone. Who will ask me what flavor of ice cream? Who will ask if I'm mad or happy. Who will accuse me of being too optimistic?
Thing that come into mind suddenly. Don't look or they will come...
TNs