A couple nights ago, questions came up. Laughs over ballet or hip hop... Quiet moments in which brains were racked about how to enter a question. Times in which there was no clear answer. And today I sit, pondering over what I couldn't answer... what I didn't answer... what I wish I had said or what I wish I had done instead of what had happened. But the moments have passed. But the concept of wishing to do something again sparks a bit of inspiration for me. And, right now, as I leave myself in the past, reliving moments, I ask: What would you have done differently?
Without consequence. Regardless of how anyone or anything reacts. If you cou