The idle chat of the dull bleached white room seems so stiff and formal. I shift in my seat, unsure how to contribute to the conversation. I smile when they smile, nod when they do, and try my best to blend in. So […]
Grind, grind. Many words come to mind, and not very many pretty onces. The grinding of metal on metal, causing one to sreak and whimper. The dance, coffee, dog food–what an ugly word.