If you don’t stop agitating me, I’ll start writing a new book, and you will be in it, but you might not like the way I portray you.
If you console me and press a sharpened new pencil into my hand, you will be in the book even if you don’t recognize yourself. Still you will be there.
Know you must stand by my side and make me write. Your destiny and mine.
Such is the casualty once my trembling has stopped.
Just a thought 39
Photo of sculpture of two people in prayer by Cape Town, South Africa artist, courtesy CCO Creative Commons