IT.

i can't feel it.






looking at the baby-like deeply sleeping face and the hand that hold tight against mine
i can't help wonder

it doesn't have to be me, does it?
i just happen to pass by...... no?

looking at the faded whitewashed ceiling
the ticking from the clock on the wall magnified in the dark
...the answer is nowhere to be found.


all i feel is the heavily breathe around my neck and the warmth from the hand.