There’s a sense of uneasiness. That feeling that you can’t quite make sense of. It’s like missing something and you don’t even know what that something is. You become more conscious of time slipping and doubt becomes a regular company. Unsure. Unclear. Unsettled.
You go on with the routine. But, between tasks are moments when you struggle to remember what it is that’s so unsettling. These moments become more draining than dealing with the tasks themselves.
The day end and you take that walk home still attempting to remember, to make sense. To put a label to this nagging uncertainty. You think about how it would be helpful if discuss this with someone. But then, how can you talk about something you, yourself can’t clearly expresse. You find yourself in front of your door. Another of those deep breaths. Resignation.
Once more, my memory fails me.