I am not as alone as I often think I am. I am not the only empath hiding my head, bracing for impact, wondering when and where the next blast will come.
There are others who feel all of this and still bravely peek out of their rooms. They unpin the blackout curtains and venture out to talk to barren trees standing like centaurs in the yard. They listen to songbirds devouring a bowl of seed left out for them and take in the easy chit-chat those tiny birds engage in. … More Risk Being Seen