Today

I don't want to talk to anyone.

I want to be under the headphones, lost in thought as I watch the clouds go by.

I want to listen carefully to all the unspoken thoughts.

I want hear how Luther and Al and Sade and James and Tracy feel in song.

Maybe then I will start to understand the messages.

Maybe.

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You could come with me on my hike.

But you can't talk. Only listen to the wind moving in the trees and the grass. Only wonder at the secret language you don't understand.

But company would be good

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