Nekhbet

Woke up in a different room My eyes scanning for you Held on to the sheets hoping it was just a dream Went a different route for the walk My limbs reaching for you Held on to the high hoping it was just a hallucination The dry toast crumbled in my mouth and the coffee was weak Held on the caffeine, hoping it would get better  The lunch was a dull affair so was the siesta Held on to the inertia hoping to gather energy  At the end of the day, I went to a different room Holding, Hoping.

But hey! it is Cold & I like it. The clothes doesn't dry, the dampness isn't going away. it is Cold & I like it. The body doesn't warm, the dread isn't going away. it is Cold & I like it. The mind isn't crisp, the illusion isn't going away. it is Cold & I like it. But hey! it is Cold & I will come out of it.