Blink Blink Blink Blink Thought Thought Stuck. Regret Regret Deseo que hubiera... Isolation v. solitude Clickity Clack. My playhouse is Our house, & I hear people Telling each other secrets. Dribble Dribble. of our feelings-- always darker, emptier, simpler. Thoughts are the Swishhhhhh. All our sadnesses are moments of tension that we fi nd because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Nope!
