I am left alone.
My thoughts cannot be shared with a void.
Thoughts need to be expressed, known, felt, spoken, understood.
Do you speak to the walls, to the floor, to the open door?
Open door! How... who dares to come back to share and have shared?
Surely... no, only the wind.

Tan Son Nhut 26 March 1971



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