Five Days Ago

Five days ago something changed. I felt it. It might've swept in with the harsh winds that blew that day or crept under my door during the night. I simply woke up and I felt different. I fought it all day. I put off looking it in the eyes for as long as I could until eventually I gave in and it crippled me. Crippled me completely and once I unfolded I was changed. I looked at you in a different way. Like somebody had taken the rose tainted glasses off my face and exposed me to the real colours of the world. The change felt cold. Like a slight chill I could not shake off or get rid off no matter how scolding hot the water running over my body was. My eyes sought the ground and not the clouds. It heard the radiator rumble rather than the birds singing. I noticed the crows making their nest under my roof and I saw it being pushed to pieces with a stick by the neighbors. I tried to smile and dance as before but I numbed myself with meaningless information instead. I didn't feel unhappy. I just felt different. And I had to figure out what that meant.