Theater.

There is no script. I have no lines. I have no guidance. My inner voice has quieted and I am lost in the darkness. The only thing it told me last night was to stay, sleep, quiet. Since then, it has floated off or tucked itself deep down somewhere I can't find. I am crying. I am exhausted. It's been such a long week of conflicting thoughts. I realized today how long it had been since I cried. I don't remember the last time.