for days now, for days. it is something that goes far beyond the time difference... there is some sort of barrier he is carrying with him. something that keeps him from seeing the world as clearly as he used to. now conversations with friends sometimes just turn into odd collection of familiar sounds... some tastes are a bit like a dream. some views are not even registered... except for after, long after the fact.
he only hopes that this is not a permanent condition. the glue is missing between the words and it is not good. this can not be good... he has also not drawn for a really long while now... even though he managed to fill two sketchbooks in just three days... he somehow does not remember... does not remember. the connectors are gone... this is some sort of trick, isn't it?... what happened?...
two burning eyeballs are asking to go to sleep...
this is what should really happen now.