Praying
-Sometimes with the windows rolled up, the radio off, I feel I’m going crazy. It’s like dancing on the fifth floor, the lights off, no one watching, four in the morning with the impression of no one special, all those faces who’ve come and gone. The words keep coming, frantic vibrant flowing; I’m talking to myself again. Even as the world speeds by in my rearview, I continue, sometimes yelling at the top of my lungs. There are moments when I think of sobbing, as if that will make my lament more real, perhaps heard, by some greater spirit, or […]