A Sergeant came up to me in the JFHQ chow hall tonight. Asked me:
"Why are you all alone?"
And I replied:
"No reason. I just like this corner."
Truth? I have no fucking clue.
Is it because I prefer the stillness? Or is it because I prefer the rumination of sorrow?
I think... perhaps... it is because I prefer the company of those who can not speak.
I can't see dead people. I just imagine them sitting there. Those who are no longer with us. I imagine what they might say to me if they could.
What I might be doing wrong.
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