where have I been? my mind takes me places, now and then, intermittent stops between cities where I have been and somewhere I have never traveled. only in dreams have these realities happened. where can I go?
We won’t admit we share the pain. We tell ourselves again and again we are different. We don’t know what anyone feels, or how anyone deals with this now. We can’t remember. We don’t know how to behave like we used to.