Someone posts a soundtrack. I listen. Someone posts a love sonnet. I read. Someone posts a GIF of winter in Paris. I see, and I remember my one perfect night there.
A book with a golden cover lays next to me in bed. I smell its papers. I feel something and I smile.
and I can, at this moment, write.
I should write that it's going to be ok; because at this moment it feels like I am ok. With all that has happened I am still ok. And at the end of what to come, maybe it is going to be ok.
When I write, however, I do not forget the conditional clauses, the sets of verbs and adverbs of uncertainties. I do not forget my shoulds and maybes. I know better.. I would.
