I read a book the other day, it was one about all the things I couldn’t say. It spoke to me with words I’d intended to reach from deep within, grasping stories of betrayal and heartbreak but also ones of roses and kittens purring at my door. I read a book the other day, just on the corner of Main Street in a lonely market where people didn’t speak but they felt a connection anyway. We stared at each other from across the way feeling the same emotions but not saying so, just on the corner of main. I want to say these words, ones of healing and ones that bring others strength. I will return to the market soon to finally say the words I’ve always meant to say.