Sad

A long day today. A weave of shifting focus. At once happy for coincidental strategies played out before me, so transparent! And then sad for the thought of events ahead. A foreboding. I feel quite heavy.

A boring football match, a housemate encounters a patron of an uglier world, another in physical pain. A general wearied loss entertains the household.

I’m scratching the corner of my eyes. However, an evening tomorrow to enjoy. Old friends, new faces, a sense of community perhaps. People brought together to sit in a small room, drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes. Was this always the way? I suppose so.

A strange phone call. Mundane in its tragic ending.

I fiddle with my ear. I do it all the time, like something’s there.

And now to bed, for tomorrow has the promise of another day, and frankly that’s all I need.