DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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eight september
eleven : twenty p.m.
i didn't get to talk to him last night. things felt strange and empty and unfinished.
they were the same way when i woke up this morning. life went by without my noticing, despite the fact that i was participating in it. i kept staring. they'd be talking, and i'd be staring, and i wouldn't hear them at all. i kept asking them to repeat their questions.
i am talking to him now. things have settled.