When all the world is a stage, for everyone else. Can 1 hand clap? Can a whisper in a windstorm be heard a mile away?

I surrendered let go collapsed into the mist

now to pick up the pieces amid the unseeing world around us.

Why bother? No one would notice if I did not...well 1 would but she is my 4 legged baby. So...why the sudden urge to dare to try to write again?

Just as I am about to press publish, my alarm on my phone goes off...and the roar of laughing hyenas fills the room.

A ghost telling me I am being an idiot? Or coincidence? hmm #Personal