‘Stop thinking. Feel,’ he said. ‘But but but but…’ ‘Feel’, he exhaled.
I feel my body shaking. I move my hand in front of my face. ‘NO’. Loud and calm. I hear it in my head. Same breath like when I was stopping a horse from stealing the food.
‘Leave some of the weeds. They will grow again.’ I wanted to follow my way. Every single weed. Such a pain.