I don’t know if it’s the sadness I feel for Mama J.’s death or just the sheer exhaustion I’m feeling right now, but everything seems so loud. People are talking too loud, the radio is too loud in the car, and all I’m craving is peace. A few minutes of solitude, where no one is making a sound, no one is talking to me, and I don’t have to talk to anyone else. Just quiet. And my thoughts. And gentle music.
I’m out of words right now. Perhaps, because I don’t want them cluttering my mind.