Rrambling

It seems to me that everything around me is being hidden. There is a curtain on every window, there is a mask on every face, and there...

We speak the same language, we eat the same meals, we sleep the same naps, and we dream the same dreams. Some people tell me that you and...

I have spoken to you a thousand times in my head, but never in real life. In my mind, it all plays out perfectly. I am just the right...

I always thought to myself that there would be things that I would not miss—things that I would not really think about if they stopped...