A favorite place the expectation of solitude but not today
They are thinking so loudly Don’t they know the unwritten rule of silence? Older man: I woke up next to my cold, dead wife Child: I want to read good Young Woman: What I would give to not be barren! Teenage Boy: Why do I have feelings for him? Elderly Woman: The money won’t buy me time
I want to tell them although pain runs deep it reminds us that we are still alive Surviving
Instead I hear myself say nothing
My attempted escape from reality was elusive
Maybe tomorrow . . .
