Tuesday, March 31, 2015

The plateau.

On days like today it’s difficult to think of a topic to write about. I’m plainly numb and detached. I’m standing quietly on a plateau between up and down.

If left on my own, I’d curl up and sleep. I’d drift away and be out of this world for a while. Instead I’m at work, trying my best to live a day. Trying my best to listen, to hear people when they speak to me. I'm trying my best to look human, to smile, to nod, to laugh at their stories and feign interest about their children.

I hate this disembodied feeling.

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