A Stammerer's Stamina
In the sudden breathing gaps of their conversation, a strange calmness stole the show. I couldn't tell what Salo was telling Solo at the Saloon in that impregnable span of seconds. But I could sense Salo's stunning stammered gaps, swallowed some sweet words that strike emotions. Could it be that some stories are best shelved? Is it always the case that some tales are buried in seasonal sighs of people. Is it true that some efforts are ignored? Were your good efforts ridiculed and loathed? Are your positive deeds being disregarded? Are you being discredited with heavily edited or shyly whispered rumours? Are there louder perspectives than yours? In this space, a lot of stories are deliberately being told about the franchise of our smiles and tears. Indeed, the Sun and all the mysteries of existence scream that there is far more than we know. But whatever is happening to you, kindly save your breath for someone out there recognises your efforts. Someone here is in