Dec 2015
She asks, "Can you remember the last time YOU were seen?"
I pause.
"Retrace your steps." She says.
I reply,
"There is no last time.
Because every time is the first time.
There are no footsteps to retrace.
Because the sea does not allow for such luxury."
I pause.
"Retrace your steps." She says.
I reply,
"There is no last time.
Because every time is the first time.
There are no footsteps to retrace.
Because the sea does not allow for such luxury."
Writing with a friend, she's a great source of inspiration. If not for her, this one would not be.
