There were no texts, emails or words on messenger so I went about my day and waited to see if an update would come.
None did and so I considered sending my own note because the silence is always noticeable but remained in my own chamber.
“You know how to reach me and where to go to read the thoughts not shared elsewhere. I updated it again and figure you’ll find it when ready.”
Thus began a piece of a story I started working on but I am not prepared to share the rest here.
Sometimes you keep some of it for yourself or those that truly appreciate what you put upon the page.
So you get less than 81,968 minutes of writing or at least some of you do.
There are others have gotten exponentially more than that and rumor has it they liked most of it.