I miss reading. In books, I had adventures, I had friends, I had love. Finding the Canon changed my life first. The Awakening proved that a mundane life can hold captive a passionate soul. “Kubla Kahn” brought to life the floating pleasure-dome of Xanadu. So many lines, so much time enjoying the stories unfolding in my mind. Now, I feel dumb or blind to what’s good in life.

I don’t know how to do done? I can’t believe that this is my ‘it’ because I really don’t know how to go back from this emptiness that nothing I say or do can fix. I keep saying something is wrong, we’re not right, but nothing changes night after night.

Another day of me alone, dogs in the garage watching his wall, him talking to AI more than imaginable, for in my family it has already taken control, killing the creative soul.

Sound silent

Voice violent

Combat zone

Heart roams

Away alone

storms quiet

What would I say if I had my way?