sour home

I haven’t yet figured out if my apartment really feels like home or not. It’s been a year now…and some nights it feels like it…comfortable and secure…like its mine...but other nights, like tonight, it feels uncomfortable. Everything just feels uncomfortable and looks different. There's a cool weight in the air...an invisible fog. Its strange, I had a good day, but for whatever reason I’m feeling...I don’t know…shaky.

I sat down really wanting to write something, like I had something I wanted to say...but nothing seems to be coming. Its just one of those nights I guess.