What would happen if I dissolved my time soakers? The things that keep me busy, but don’t fill me with a personal sense of purpose?
Perhaps it is time to find out.
In my mind, I have always thought that voicing something made it true. Words spoken would make it fact. Something that can’t be fixed, altered or taken back.
My father’s death was one of them. There have been many examples.
But does it make it true?