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It's tolerable now. Nice temperature, good music, nothing to do, nowhere to go-o. I'm comfortable in my head, soft to the skin, but my shivery spine won't let me rest.
This is the kind of not-all-right, I suppose, not contained to one area. This is the kind of state-of-mind not-all-right that casts a pall over every aspect of my life. This is an insinuating not-all-right that defies scrutiny, for, if it were up to my mind, no wrongness would be detected. I have no complaint to formulate. I feel no reason to mull over my sadness...unease: a result of this chronic loneliness, minus any prospect of change.
I could spend time by myself. It's the times when I'm making good use of my solitary time that this feeling hits. Rather, manifests itself so; I read it differently, obviously, when I'm down.
And, as I say, it cannot be scrutinized. Scrutiny is for downness. It was said some while ago, I suppose you've formed some opinions? and I answered, yes, yes I have. [Of who? This should be funny.] Just, you know. I don't remember names...
Just by being, it isn't.
This is the kind of not-all-right, I suppose, not contained to one area. This is the kind of state-of-mind not-all-right that casts a pall over every aspect of my life. This is an insinuating not-all-right that defies scrutiny, for, if it were up to my mind, no wrongness would be detected. I have no complaint to formulate. I feel no reason to mull over my sadness...unease: a result of this chronic loneliness, minus any prospect of change.
I could spend time by myself. It's the times when I'm making good use of my solitary time that this feeling hits. Rather, manifests itself so; I read it differently, obviously, when I'm down.
And, as I say, it cannot be scrutinized. Scrutiny is for downness. It was said some while ago, I suppose you've formed some opinions? and I answered, yes, yes I have. [Of who? This should be funny.] Just, you know. I don't remember names...
Just by being, it isn't.