translating silence
May 13, 2015 § 2 Comments
A snippet of a thought, a piece torn from the work that was lost last month. A forgotten scrap that I had absently extracted.
What words do we speak when we have nothing to say, but an urgent need to fill the silence between goodbyes?
To be remembered and to forget.
How do we begin from an ending?
scribblechic 
So deep in its simplicity.
Thanks, Andy. Finding this tidbit in my drafts was a happy surprise.