A nonfiction freewrite. Dreaming of a white Christmas.
Inside, the siren call slacked off, to be replaced by a single note of harmony.
Harmony? Who am I kidding? That single note is the relentless buzz of tinnitus that is my constant companion.
Only during the fleeting moments during my attempts with a growing list of wanna be guru guided youtube gratitude meditations, that I have been desperately listening to on youtube, have I ever found myself even close to deluding myself into a harmonious e…