Walking along
And there is my marrow
Sitting on the wall
Waiting for me.
There was another
Sitting next to it.
So how did I know
That this one was mine?
Did it somehow call
To my subconscious mind?
I’m useless at making decisions; if I’d had to think about it and deliberately pick one and leave the other I’d probably have come away with neither. That’s what happens in clothes shops; I only buy something if it’s the only thing in the shop that I like. So how did I know that was my marrow and avoid the agonising business of choices?
Rosalie Squires 
If something is yours – it will speak to you.
I’m having trouble convincing my rational mind of this but it is exactly how I feel!