a voice cried out
“if you can’t handle the music, well then get out of the kitchen!”
i could not tell where the voice was coming from. It may come from above or below, or just next to me, or maybe even from deep within me. I could not really tell
So I cried out in every direction I cried out
“What music? What kitchen? I don’t see or hear either one.”
maybe that was the message.