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It is still morning, or even that at all.
It is so soon there is not any words invented yet.
You can almost see it, and you can almost feel it, but it is still to soon to say it.

The feeling of not knowing is worst. Or is it?
Is it better to know just a little, or nothing at all? For me it is the wondering. Of not knowing tomorrow. Of not knowing if you will be the word. If you will that first mind. That first smile, that first touch.
The though of not knowing is killing me.