I realize that for years, I had managed and adapted in my loneliness of cryptic language, but these chairs around me are way more soothing now that I have them.

My endless walls are doubled and my shapeless room is as bright as always, but it’s full of light dust and prism.

I have soul bits hung on walls to touch those visiting.

I have soul mates on my table to touch and go on living.

24 continuous repeating hours