I feel the way the sky looks today
A Murky, white ceiling weighed down by a heaviness as light as clouds
An empty pressure like a quiet song sung at obscure volumes in a low-hanging haze
Today is a day that can only be understood by feeling it
Describing it is like interpreting the sound of soft voices whispering
And creating sentences, structured and beautiful, from the silent spaces between their words
A game of Telephone played in reverse
With no winner to be spoken of
…
I have this pressure in my head that is getting worse as the day goes on. I’m also beginning to sneeze frequently. Maybe it’s a good thing I only ever work two days a week, it diminishes the possibility of needing to calling off.
We’ll, lunch is over. Back to work. I should already be in my car.
