stunned by the rudeness.I sit here as the lightening flashes through the cracks of the shades, wait two seconds and then feel the rumble of the thunder calling in the night. I’m alone and it’s not ok anymore. I’ve got people physically around me all the time, but the ones who count continue to toy. I’m still figuring it out, so it’s not like there’s this beautiful clear vision sitting on the edge of my cluttered mind. Nope. I’m still searching for how the hell I ended up where I am. It could all be there for me to see, every little thing. Looking back: Had one tiny pstunned by the rudeness.
winded
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