We’ve long been convinced to remain silent, that whatever burdens lay on our hearts need not be spoken; can’t be spoken. There’s no way we can say it. After all, we’ve been conditioned not to say our inside thoughts out loud.
Sunsets
I was born into the sunset. Strung up in the sky, all of time pauses while you search to find your breath. If you’re lucky, there is a moment of silence, and you can reflect and give thanks.
We’re all Denathor
When I have a bad day, I often think of Denathor and feel better about myself. In case you don’t remember, Denathor was the Steward of Gondor, as read about in Tolkien’s The Return of the King. He was not the king; he was the steward.