Loneliness and the Guilt of Not Going Out.
"Tomorrow, maybe, I’ll go. But for now, I’m here. The kettle’s boiling. The light is soft. And I am not lost, only paused." Yes!
Oh. This brought tears to my eyes.
"Tomorrow, maybe, I’ll go. But for now, I’m here. The kettle’s boiling. The light is soft. And I am not lost, only paused." Yes!
Oh. This brought tears to my eyes.