I don't
I don’t feel anything anymore. No sadness. No melancholy. No nothing. Maybe I’m just tired. And the faculty of emotions shut down before I could decide.
But I could still tell the difference between the two. One year in between. The earlier December, I sound consistent. Consistently and relatively contented and happy about life. The later December, I sound tired and I was dreaming a lot.
It all began with you and ended with you.
Impetuous. Is that me? Maybe this December would be of content and happiness if I just sat on it and didn’t ask to talk about it. Why didn’t I?
But tonight, it didn’t seem that it mattered anymore. Maybe it’s just tonight.
And I’m just tired. And I am just tired. I am going to sleep now.
But I could still tell the difference between the two. One year in between. The earlier December, I sound consistent. Consistently and relatively contented and happy about life. The later December, I sound tired and I was dreaming a lot.
It all began with you and ended with you.
Impetuous. Is that me? Maybe this December would be of content and happiness if I just sat on it and didn’t ask to talk about it. Why didn’t I?
But tonight, it didn’t seem that it mattered anymore. Maybe it’s just tonight.
And I’m just tired. And I am just tired. I am going to sleep now.