But I want to.
There is something about Macaroons and Lattes.
The name of those two items sound like writer fuel.
They sound like the ingredients to Sophistication.
Can't you picture a girl with her hair up, pen in hand, bitten lip, sitting at a table with Macaroons on one side of her and a Latte on the other all captured in a Black and White photograph.
I want to try a Macaroon some day.
I also want to bring flowers to someone's grave someday.
And I want to pray for that person's loved ones because I don't know if they get prayers but I know everyone could use one.
I'm not very bold, but sometimes I want to be.
Sometimes, I try to be.
I'm having a grey day,
an in between colors day.
A neither happy nor sad day.
A pensive day.
That's where I'm at.
I want to share a piece of writing with you.
So please take the time to read it.
Because it's important.
And not enough people in the world have read this message.