I don’t know but these feelings are beating me down.
It’s like they’ve all been meeting without me and have conspired against me like they’d be better off without. Without.
And anyway, how do people touch the world around them so easily while I seem to be leaving oil stains - like I’ve been standin pressing my forehead onto the glass for too long - everywhere.
Soon they’ll notice me standing there and draw down the curtains.
Not the thin billowy ones.
These are double layered with maroon velvet finishing.
Forgot blue curtains. You know, the ones from every English class.
Maroon is thicker and traps the sun.
I miss the outside.
I miss green grass.
I wish I had more time to read.
I wish I craved hot chocolate.