Time Passing

Several weeks have passed now, and just as the ebb follows the flow, and be it with pomp and circumstance, or quite as it’s kept.  Several weeks have passed now, and I find myself in the company of strangers, not strangers of the mind, nor strangers of the soul, but the kind of strangers that one cannot take too fondly to, yet at leat they are their.  Several weeks have passed now, and I think that I have not been quit like myself lately, not that I have changed in moral character or anything, just unbalanced, off kilter somehow.  Several weeks have passed now, and I still can’t bring myself around to the acceptance of the idea, the mere thought of it makes me sick, queasiness in the pit of my stomach is what I feel.  Several weeks have passed now, it felt like the passing of a kidney stone, if not more agonising, yet, the passing of time have made me more willing to start to acknowledge the notion, or I could just wait for several more weeks to pass.