in the occupy ....the wonder in whether I am here on planet Earth. Or up with the stars in a land away from reality ... a sister does say I make sense in my way. That I am not as confused like I think I am ...Yes I can be incoherent in ramblings .... though I have journeyed far since those days in limbo back to some semblance of life. The days my emails then burst into the airways in archive and deletes ...with a venegence ...
The isolation in quiet, breaking way to conversations still not heard ....
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