Nonsense

“use your voice”

after three months of knowing me this is what she offered as advice and for just a second felt verklempt as a flashback of seinfeld led me to smile in gratitude.

it was more complicated than just using my voice. it was nothing i wanted to share, express, admit, be vulnerable about or explain.

instead i thanked her knowing she meant well.

i sang for hours on end that night then watched hours of horror movies alone until feeling desensitized to everything.

the alzheimer’s people wrote and so did the hospice people. there’s a suggested choice. ha. something different, something else to pursue in the ongoing effort to reduce time wasted on self.

all things return to love and uno has always been fun.