A conversation I had the other night with my partner comes to mind reading this line.

How much can you tell about a person from their words?

I agree — a reflection of the readers own thoughts at play, but is there also a part of the writer that is left on the page none-the-less?

The whole of us never able to be fully seen, read, or heard.

The whole of me I still seek to know. How can another know what I do not myself?

You have sparked a deep train of thought in my brain.

My knowledge is limited. My “knowing” still growing.

My judgements at play, still have to say, I feel a strength in your words. I feel resilience in your words. I sense a knowledge of self and world I have not felt in other words.

I thank you for writing.

I thank you for being you.