It comes in shades. Both during the day and during the night. Because I feel cloudy enough from drifting off during the day and be awaken during the night – when it comes, during the day and during the night, it comes in shades.
And everything seems to rumble in an organized chaos connected from one shade to another; from the computer screen in the meeting room to the sky outside the window.
I push the elevator button and I go down -and I look down as I go down, and I see that my clothes are blue today, really? and I smile to myself, a crooked smile that has nothing funny on it. I go down and I look down as I wonder which shade is coming next.