I’m not listening
I am now a child again, with her fingers in her ears. “I’m not listening I’m not listening I’m not listening.” or the scared girl in her bed hiding under the covers from the monsters in the room, “they can’t get me if I can’t see them!” Or a grown adult, exhausted from all the fury and helplessness as she watches the bad guys win yet again, so she’ll sit here ignoring the raging fire around her and keep making as many flip flop keychains as possible. Because this is fine. This is all fine. It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.
