The sense of outside, of otherness in this so so palpable. It definitely reminds me of moments when I felt on the outside looking in. I remember days when it was YOU who stopped by to reconnect me to the world. You expressed it so perfectly, Brenda 🧡

Sounds like a cadence call while traveling through the forest of concrete. How we can get lost so easily even when we know where we are. Our heads are balloons, they break free sometimes.
Tight rhymes within this little gem. Great read, Bat.