haziness

Things are very hazy right now. I'm not sure what it is - maybe the rarity of an empty elevator or hall as I'm grabbing a late cup of coffee. Maybe it's the subtle transition of a setting sun and an upcoming trip back to the solitude of my apartment. Maybe it's just the building up of a question so long unexplored - beating on the walls of my mind, relentless in its pursuit to overtake me. I'm slipping back inside, and soon will be home... a familiar sense is drawing me in.