You wish silence released noise in tremors.

People can be so silly. I pay attention as closely as possible to them, and they never fail to make me think, “Wow. What the hell am I doing that makes me so incredibly different?” Maybe it isn’t a good kind of different, but it is different. Am I the one at fault, or are they? This is one of the things I need to figure out. Today went by quickly, which is a relief. The birds have come back to sing.

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