Her voice and my thoughts are drowned by perpetually warring and barking dogs. In my head I run in different directions. But never to different people.
It’s an odd calm. The calm after the storm.
there’s a battle outside
and it’s raging
It’s a riot with notes. An attempt to tease the little bit of peace in you.
A sudden urge to photograph this ladder in front of the bedroom door. Add some colour, and it would make for a perfect picture.
Perfect. Perfect?
She had sent me this jazz piano piece saying it described her frame of mind right now. Think she was talking about this mess I call my mind.
Error 678.
And then it’s a one-sided affair.
I seem to be in more than just one such persuasion.
Indeed.
the times, they are a changin’
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