There is something to the silence once everyone leaves. Might be the emptiness that is always there. That ever-encompassing void. But anyway, here we are, aren’t we? Yet again. Almost as though it has been scheduled.
Tag: poetry
Monday Evening Thoughts: 11.10.25
Everyone, now with me… big sigh. There, are we feeling better? No? Oh, well. Whether we is or we ain’t, here we go again.