fugue

my soul is being completely unreasonable. it has become too preoccupied with itself. it remains too still. it is as if it's staring, waiting for something, something i cannot fathom. for it is unfortunate but we have drifted apart over the last few weeks. there is a wall, it is obvious. and i can do nothing but stare past it at my soul while it sits there, perfectly still, perfectly calm, like the flame of a candle on a still cold night. it could as well have been a vacuum. i doubt it'd have noticed.