Strange dreams have plagued my sleep the past nights.
I am not sure why, and it’s overflowing into my waking moments.
I am worried, about him and her, the closest people to me.
I am on guard, constantly, hovering between the edge of anxiety and a perfect calm.
Moods are mellow, there is no joy, no pain.
Only the constant reminder of the future stays my course,
drawing my attention elsewhere.
What good is anything if you’re not really there? If you pay no notice to the present?
If you can’t concentrate? If you don’t know anything, can’t process anything, can’t think of anything else but everything flowing through your mind at once?