Sometimes it’s just difficult to talk. When a fully deployed civil war is taking place in your stomach, none of the soldiers is allowed to stand up and look around. It’s like those late trees in the fall, whose leafs are all but green. Full of decay, full of glory, full of time. And yet, they are all, none of them falls.
A day will come when all those leafs will be taken away. When a refreshing wind spreads them. And the tree will just let go. And the leafs will simply fall. All of them! One day.
