I have written things. And not published. I have thought things. And forgotten them. My new baby makes me so sleepy.
My therapist might ask, Nova are you doing ok? And I might say no, but it doesn't matter. Yes, but it can change. I can't remember who I am from one second to the next. Sad, then happy. Mad, then I can forgive. An Arm Full of Children can go from burden to joy in seconds. Back to pain, and a step to bliss.
Who cares about questions anyway? All I know is love. I have a sweet baby boy. And I love his peaceful face.