as the light comes in my window i wonder what's happening inside my head, whether it's registering emotion like i am. the blinds get to decide what i think about and what i dwell on through the night and into the next sometimes for days on end. until it does end... and it's as if nothing was even wrong in the first place. was it? i'm not even sure anymore. but that light keeps coming through and i shut my blinds for another time, sinking into the candlelight