My fingers hesitate above the keys and my mind jumps sporadically from thought to thought. I read these posts and feel like I’m violating someone’s privacy. It’s like their sadness is a black hole, unescapable and all-encompassing.
My fingers hesitate above the keys and my mind jumps sporadically from thought to thought. I read these posts and feel like I’m violating someone’s privacy. It’s like their sadness is a black hole, unescapable and all-encompassing.