It sneaks up on you. You wake up and there it is. Not afraid of the light and certainty not afraid of you. I struggle to see where it has come from and where I can make it return. Certainly it is not the first time it has payed me a visit.
I will get up and keep moving because that is the only thing to do. But due to my new guest life has lost its shine. Hopefully the stay will be brief.
At least it feels familiar. Every low connected by a guest. Perhaps its visit is just nostalgia. Reminding me of times long gone. If this if true I see little comfort. I just feel the rough embrace of my friend settling into it’s spot. All I can do is watch and feel. My only weapon, feeling. Such a double edged sword.