Just like any other day.

Words come clean; ideas are born from simple tongues to reach ethereal lands.

Just as one quits the phone and sits there listening and going along. In the same way sometimes you’ve got to open your mind to realize the weight of certain things. About knowing that my actions are not weightless.

Anyway, I still like the moment when someone hesitates about the words; regardless of their implications… just trying so hard to think about things done, and feelings that pass. The brief silence before knowing how words tie feelings. Measuring spaces, knowing how certain things are not to be changed.

This is me getting peace from everything that surrounds me: my space, the words, and the stare… there’s something in that stare that is just so lovely: hesitation.

And yet the best part… to mute the words… and say “come”.