Since I move frequently, I have become accustomed to spending
time alone. Perhaps for that reason, ending my day with an internal
conversation feels natural to me. However, when my concerns
and worries deepen, I sometimes find myself unknowingly screaming
at myself, as if scolding. When I pour out a combination
of cringeworthy words as if casting a spell, I feel ashamed, yet I do
not mind lightening the mood for a brief moment in a quiet space.