These days, I feel a malaise. It creeps in from the corners and
just rests in my periphery. Maybe I've been watching too many
Harry Potter movies. Maybe my food intake is out of whack.
Whatever it is, I sleep and I don't feel totally rested. I do things
I shouldn't. I make re-curring mistakes and then make them
again. I point fingers and judge when I need judgment.
Friends fall off the map. The summer draws to a close. I have
arguments with loved ones. I fight for what I think is right
but not for what I know is infinite. I curse the ground and
spit.
I am misunderstood.
