i've been a benign meloncholy lately, hovering in some in between. i am no longer sure that i reside entirely within my own body; rather, i think i might be wafting slightly away, off to the right and drifting in the breeze. i turn my head to catch a wavering scent which maybe isn't there, i wake up and drive to work only to wake up again. nothing is entirely real - nothing has been for a while. when i sleep, i don't rest, and even when i'm doubled over laughing, some part of me is gazing off into the distance, measuring the horizon. i've not been lonely, yet i can't escape the feeling of being alone.