Cold.
I could get into the series of events that transpired in the past week.
I could go into how I feel right now, and explain this throbbing listlessness. I could tell you how every day feels like a fever dream. Fading from one reality into another. Staying where the two converge.
I could write about the uneventfulness of my birthday, which was Friday. I could write about three AM phone calls, disappointments, missed appointments and panic.
I could.
But I'll just leave you with a song.
I could go into how I feel right now, and explain this throbbing listlessness. I could tell you how every day feels like a fever dream. Fading from one reality into another. Staying where the two converge.
I could write about the uneventfulness of my birthday, which was Friday. I could write about three AM phone calls, disappointments, missed appointments and panic.
I could.
But I'll just leave you with a song.