water.

Today I am thankful for the shelter of family.

I came home and after everyone fell asleep, watched Water (2005) on Netflix.

I cried.

A lot.

Now I feel thoughtful.

This movie stirred something in me.

Thoughts;

flicker

waft

permeate

whisper

rage

knot

I am guilty of censoring myself.

Sometimes I am unable to say what I feel.

I do not permit myself.

Is that really so wise?

A thousand voices singing,

each note was the Truth.

I want to be kind.

I want to be gentle.

I want to be calming.

I want to soothe.