Stigmatized – actions demonized long before we realize how far its gone. Now I sit back immersed in contemplation, conversations playing on loop in my mind. Critically analytical til it finally sinks into my mental – kind intentions wasted, whisked away to some foreign land where my tongue is deemed useless and your eyes don’t seem to comprehend. Though all wounds mend, some scars last forever. Perhaps we can talk this through, coffee on the 31st of never?