Around the Table

When I write, I often get so lost in my words that I become silent. I tell myself that just by beginning to write, you could certainly tell who I am, understand me and what I mean to say. I tell myself that you must see me, guess at my round face, the ebony color of my skin and my age. It’s the same pattern I go over in my mind every time I want to write a text. It all becomes intertwined.