I can't keep up with my own senses. Overwhelmed with voices, options, choices. I choose everything but choosing. I hear without listening. I'm dismantling my own identity.
Whether You See Me or Not
In vain does one wait for an invitation from the other guests.
1 Comments:
I am enjoying these. Kind of like sad fortune cookies.
You have some readers now. How about writing something more cheerful just once..
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