Barefoot

How beautiful the calm here is .. everything seems organized .. he is not here to ask her for a surprising fish meal for dinner tonight . and the children are not here to bother her with their silly stories and their repeated fights over something sometimes and over nothing sometimes .. they will not call her from work to ask her to write an urgent report about the company's work in the last six months . she will soar in spaces she would not have reached while she is in that whirlpool nothing will limit her free thought , she can write about death and life and the soul and the body and the dream and the truth .. she will write a lot .. so what will prevent her ink from flowing with her thought to record every incoming and outgoing of her successive thoughts .. many many are the thoughts that escaped before she grabbed her pen and caught them . she held her pen and a white paper in her hand .. she stayed for an hour but did not write anything ... the pen froze and the ink dried ... and the thoughts kept wandering around her freely and the paper remained white ...!! 144 pages Issue 1432 (2011 AD)