invisible
wrapped up...
rapt.

onerous.
pissed off.
on edge.
listening to A Perfect Circle.
hating it and
not.

this moment I mean.

I feel like weeping. 
not sobbing, not hysterical crying.
I do not even have anything to be sad about.

maybe it's the fucking hormones.
maybe it's this fucking world.
maybe it's the...

maybe it's nothing.