jumbled Soma I understand that you must feel in this strange land it will likely be different we might cry or we might be angry or we may have no tears to shed A jumble of many complex things, taking years to recover or mere weeks bereft of emotions i desperately wanted they later arrived quite unexpectedly And I hope that your brain can never get lost in the tangled narrative of why and when and how those sorts of stories we tell to Know that you are not alone — somehow thanking these visions for holding on to the precious things which i want to always remember Even if you feel differently. 221010 what's it to you? who go blather from