Snuggling with my little girl on Sunday morning.

Snuggling with my little girl on Sunday morning.
It’s good to hear your voice. I miss you.
Sadness, my friend: you are with me lately, so I attempt to hold onto you. I need quiet time behind closed doors. I need to be alone so I can hear the timbre of my own voice echo over you. At times, not belonging feels familiar. I sometimes feel the need to seem much happier than this, in order to make other people feel at ease. But I can’t fend much off– I’m dallying with you, sadness, for the moment. You are desperate enough for my attention that you are squeezing my heart.
The audience loves you! Your jokes are hilarious and winning! Way to express yourself– way to unify everyone! Merry Christmas, and love to you, now and forever.
Your original songs. Put them into the world to help us, please.