Do you ever get the feeling that you've already said everything you ever needed to say? What do you do, when life carries on, and you have no words to describe it? There are people listening to me now; finally, finally. And suddenly I am speechless.
It is summer. I am by turns depressed and elated. The world spins: day and night and day again. I feel like I owe you something. I don't. If anything, I owe me something. I think I should be more grown up than I am. I think I've been grown up for much too long.
The world spins.
I cannot impart wisdom. Whatever you have is what you will always have, what you have had since the day you were born. It is in you. It is already in you.