voices coming from every angle ,
none of them means a thing .
questions , answers , exclaimations ? .
things enter and exit my head in an orderly fashion
...i should be elswhere but i have chosen to be here .
a hint of pefume wanders into my nostrils, jump starting another memory .
today is a funny day , not quite good but not quite unbearable , but nothing to set me in that mood .
"strange weather lately",blue skies turned grey .
but metaphorically , grey skies turend black .
freedom is the right to say 2 + 2 = 4