Mysterious Energy
My emotions are not my own.
They are borrowed.
Maybe stolen.
These emotions seem to be coming from the outside.
Not from my heart or even my brain.
But more like an energy that is in this room.
Yes, energy.
There is a source somewhere.
Like the pollen of a poisonous flower.
That is spreading and spreading gently.
And it’s making us all sleepy.
Or maybe that’s just me.
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