drowsy

It was as if my family had taken root in our sterile house and grown up around - around, not with - one another, like trees. Just filling in the time, passing the time together until we could leave.

Outside, things came together and fell apart wihtout too much pomp or ceremony. Everything stayed upright. We'd continue to move among one another as before, the occasional crisis standing in our mist like an unmentionable smell. Consequently, I grew into an ardent communicator who has no tools for conflict. Fight to me means flight. Better just to sweep it under the carpet and act like nothing is going on. And maybe eventually nothing will be.

Drowsy is the best feeling u can ever get if u have a weak heart.