i am not lonely but there is a weird aloofness to it all
i feel like i dont know anyone
dont knwo this life that i am suddenly living
the absence of familiarity is exciting but not all the time
i crave the little delights of the fixed routine that make the routine so special
there is no one thing i look forward to everyday
like the coffee break in office, or the friday snack, or the sunday nap
there is nothing right now, in the day or the week that i look forward to
am just gritting my teeth through it all
cant wait to get out of the house, out of the auto, out of the office, out of the bus, out of the dining room
sleep is the only thing i look forward to - and thats not such a great thing, is it
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"Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,"--
not so bad really. . .
william and ~william
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