He was very wistful these days. He now had a grandchild, although that was completely unexpected. It was all very strange to thim how life just kept on going with no breaks in between. He liked to go into his music room every morning and look at how he once was and wonder what could have been. His therapist actually told him to demolish that room as it seemed to cause him much anguish.
He breathed in and exhaled in a very exaggerated manner. He shook his head. The birds were chirping. They really were. He hadn’t noticed them before. Had they always chirped? They were quite animated.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, writing prompt
you are always interesting to read friend…It makes me think about my autistic son and how I have been writing about his latest sagas.. All the “birds” are chirping!!!
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Another sound that I’ve noticed much more in my old age!
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oh. that is interesting.
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