I feel like I'm trapped inside a box. It might be a coffin. The air is oppressively stuffy and it's impossible to move so I can't tell where the walls are. I appear to be laying on fabric warmed by my own body.

It occurs to me that I should be breathing.…

There are times when music reaches me. I'm open to it, vulnerable to a melody, a drum beat, or even the sound of a single note. It vibrates my exposed self and affects my emotional state. I become a mirror of the string that the guitarist plucks and the e…

Maybe it's the blissful fulfillment I see in others' smiles,

or the way they've reached their goals ahead of me,

but I feel crabby tonight.

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Perhaps it's the way that children won't listen to me,

or the way it seems everyone around me is spouting nega…