it's a very blah wednesday. must be the weather. put socks on with my summer sandals. i'm a florida snowbird, hiding out in pa. feels like limbo. looking for some change. looking for something to happen. i'm just sitting here.

no connections.

this isn't me. legs crossed feeling my torso rock back and forth slightly. keeping step with my heart. i've lost communication. and a little bit of weight.

strobe lights and blown speakers, fireworks and hurricanes, i'm not here...rh

there's something about quietness. sitting behind a locked door. living through the part after the ending credits have rolled.