broken strings on broken harps: Archive

Is it because it reminds me of my loneliness? The fact that the friends I have is far and few. The fact that when it comes to vacation breaks, I’ll be home the whole day. Waiting for my phone to ring, for texts to come in. And chances are, no one would bother. I could disappear and no one would notice. I could cease to exist and no one would know I even existed. I’m so envious of...