sunhay
there's a single strand of hair protruding from his mole. I wonder. If I pluck it, will the mole burst open?
I am curious. I have a lot of questions. And I want to find answers. But it seems that I lack the energy to do so. It appears that I can't even pick up my fingers to turn the page of a book I've been waiting to read all year. But it's not like the curiosity goes away. It stays and lingers and gnaws at my consciousness. The only time it goes away is when I'm unconscious--when I'm sleeping. So I sleep. A little longer each day. Hoping to wake up with vivacity. Or for the curiosity to go away.