There is sound from the neighboring room. There is sound and it’s an instrument being strummed. And there is a voice singing. There is a voice, and it’s singing in a tongue I don’t know. It’s singing a song and it’s soothing to me. It’s soothing and it’s swaddling my … Continue reading
depression
Alone
ScratchpadPresent, living, seeing
Citizen but stranger
Unknown, insignificant