What were you thinking before/after, I think when I see the first message and then the next This is where it stings, to not know the instance of the spark, to see the flame but not the source.
This is existence, this is what keeps us up at night.
Its hard to read with your hands over your face. The moment then the second. The words are sitting on my tongue and then falling, Dropping on the floor with little chance of surviving. The thud causes a break, The break, a surrender.