One could sense waves passing through, each wave a bearer of lethargy and more of that weight in the chest. There’s that silence in the middle of conversations. A smile offered in response, a polite nod, and an inaudible comment, still thoughts are somewhere else.
There’s that distance growing of silence stretching, ties unbound, and the willingness draining. It’s a if time had run back as time passed and one’s on the journey back to becoming a stranger.
To feel out of place somewhere so familiar, be at a loss for words for what used to be breathing, to exert more effort to yield less utils. Everything that used to be effortless, is now anything but.