comfort me with soup

tired, disconnected. the wind kept blowing onto my face, when i was walking down the road.

for once, i didn’t enjoy the coldness. and for once, i didn’t know what to do… yes, my life is fulfilling. i’m happy overall, but i feel a sense of isolation inside. strange.

what to do?

have some soup. and more specifically, have some very very hot soup. a large bowl of soup was waiting for me when i was home.

now it’s warming my insides. thanks mom.

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