Just a Rant On An Average Tuesday:

I was ranting at stars and earth and dreams dissolved to black. I hated the endless nothing of schedules and meetings and alarms and noise. Everything was on my list starting with fluorescent lights and I screamed and put a match to the long, long page when I realized no one was listening…

No echo. No other side. No valley to cross and throw back my damn voice where stones and birds and cascades of fallen hopes would not care anyway.

Take a breath, a friend said.