“What have we done, oh my God? This is really happening,…”
“We told you this was melodrama…”
“On a warm summer’s evening, on a train back from No-where,…”
Where does all the music go when you need it? All the lyrics, where do they go?
I am trying to recollect all the songs I used to love but I can’t. I can’t.
I have lost so much.
I have lost my vowels so I can’t write “Towel”. Instead I write T.W.L. Together We Laugh.
( why there are Umoja slippers near the plate or why food is the feature image to this article, I can’t explain)