Smiles

Here it comes. There's nothing I can do about it. Make my bed, put some music on, read a book, eat a yogurt, and it builds and builds until I have nothing to say but everything, and that would take too long and there is no one here to hear it and if there were, I'd prefer listening to their everything.

And it will pass and my smiles will be smiles again and I will fall asleep and wake up stronger, ready to face the depletion of my strength.

It will pass

It will pass

Yes