I don't know what am I feeling but I know it makes me sleepy, that sometimes it makes me draw the curtains & let the phone ring. It grabs at my bare shoulder & pulls me closer & I can feel the stale air move around as it whispers into the quiet spaces of my mind. & this is sometimes scarier than the bold movements made by the clock hanging on the wall telling me I'm wasting time. Again. I don't know what this is but I can't keep at it.
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