made me want to stay inside;
I can't put my finger on it
but it just seemed... impure,
to say the least. But I had
to go to work so I just
shrugged it off and left.
Everyone seemed to be feeling
the same way as I was. Every
single thing seemed lethargic,
begrudgingly removed from its
home to be forced into a hostile
world. But I shrugged again, drew
my scarf around me a little tighter
and went on.
Have you ever had one of those
days where everything seems to
be veiled with fog even though
the weather is perfect?
Work was the same as usual, and
this made me feel a little safer.
Seeing the belching smoke of the
factory and the sweating brows
of the workers actually calmed me,
you ask? In a sick way I suppose
But the air was not cleared: I guess
forgetting about it is not the solution,
I thought as I walked home. And then
I realized- I left my scarf and jacket
at work, and yet was not cold at all.
In the middle of January? How could
this be? I looked up
It all blends together,
What you think becomes you,
So when I think of you do I become you?
When time runs out, it grows longer,
Just as the moon gains its place,
In the winter.
Hourglass losing sand.
Your faults, my strengths
Regally we hold our heads high,
When the day and night hold no difference.