Obsession

Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday, Tuesday.
Every two days I feel it come back again.
A longing, a pining, a sort of sense of silly
that almost feels like dizziness.
Almost, but almost is not quite
actual. Reality is
I have no idea
what is going to
happen anymore with this little
place I call home. Every couple
of days I don't even care anymore what
happens, and I can't tell if that makes me
happy or not. Or not. Happy or not. Or not. Happy or not. Or not. Happy or not

Or not. Or not. Or