Today marks the thirteenth day of me waking up to Mr. Rodrigo’s attacks—a milestone I won’t be celebrating. Some days, I stay in bed and stare at the white ceiling above me, asking whoever can hear my thoughts what I’ve done to deserve this. Then, I try to fall asleep again, ignoring the proven fact…
Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of humankind’s desire to understand. I could take a picture of what I’m seeing on this beautiful evening, but I don’t have a NatGeo-type camera (aww). So, as always, I try my best to sketch it 😎 — the mystery that is the sky up above us….
“Maybe it’s all part of a plan” … a plan that is also a mystery to all. Peace and…love, y’all!
The clues were always there, I just never knew how to read. Now trying to solve the mystery I get confused in the mix. Was it the heat of the summer? Perhaps your inquisitive ear? Was it your puppy eyes begging for me to come near? Was it your persistence, the wordless words you spoke?…