Half asleep, still meandering through your dream,
You try to make sense of your surroundings.
Instead, you find yourself stuck on a thought,
So firmly embedded your whole body burns with it.
It can be anything.
An itch you need to spend the rest of your life scratching all of a sudden.
A fear you can’t quite name.
More of a color or feeling than a concrete idea.
A disquieting out-of-body sense in the relative silence of the apartment.
It comes to me after fighting off feelings.
Love, lack of love...sometimes it all blurs together.
Lust may be a better word, but in a very abstract way, you understand.
Funny how sleep breeds obsession.
You’d think it would be the other way around.