He has been haunting me today, in such a subtle and unsettling way.
The day of the week came to discuss it.
I don't want to talk; however, it's necessary. I do want to, in the end. Focusing on my goal holds my determination in place. Why should the goal even exist? The reason it exists is not fair, not fair at all. At times I wish this feeling would float away from my body.
The icing on the cake is a cold bed. |