Two broken Tigers on fire in the night, flicker their souls to the wind in General

I suppose it is this time each year.

The air conditioners are out of the windows. In the absence of white noise Mister Tinnitus, which the VA denies, starts whispering.

I don’t know what he is saying, it is like listening to a conversation in a separate room.

When you are young you think the way the world is, is the way the world will always be, I am right at that cusp where you realize that you can’t even see the tidal wave of changes coming.