Tonight I am like the cow, chewing on my cud. All those thoughts I have been feeding myself over the last few days and months are all coming back to me. In slow motion.
And I am chewing each thought. Enjoying, re-living the taste, the flavour. Learning my lesson.
The silence around is listening. Giving me the answers I need.
Who am I? I ask.
There is sleep in my eyes.
But I don’t yield.
It has been ages since I was able to catch each thought and revel in the stories attached to it.
The why and the how. The why mainly.
Always the why.
Also, the who?
I am not going to make any sense today. Today, I am like a cow chewing on my cud.