Some days I am just floating. I need an anchor. Not likely to find it. And so I float. I just float. And wait. And wait. And I don't even think about anybody but myself. Selfish. A little sad. Flat. I am not even writing this week. I walk a lot. I talk to neighbors. I smile. I walk. I talk. I smile. I float. Prozac. Prozac. Prozac. All alone. I am floating.
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