I don’t expect the words to come fully grown and collected into the world all at once. I want to nurse and nurture them; care about them while I try and understand myself and my responsibility in all of this. I need time to watch them grow and grow myself. The blossoming of a flower cannot be rushed into the world, after all, but once it has bloomed it can break through even the thickest of asphalt. Give me time and you shall see.