Album: Dreamt For Light Years In The Belly Of A Mountain
I feel like people are talking at me when they talk to me. They are all ensconced in their individual glass bubble-universe. I'm outside, looking in; into their lives.
When I talk back to them, only a few words and sentences are permitted into the glass bubble.
The things I want to tell them about me aren't.
And I want to talk to someone, not at them.
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