noise
Time is doing what time does.
Moves forward.
Uneventful for myself, not so much so for others.
The world is always burning but this is egregious.
Anything I could write would seem empty.
Comfort is comfortable but not always great for the soul.
I haven't had much to say lately.
I'm good, truly, but the words I hold all just feel like noise.
10:15 p.m. - 2023-11-01