Unhurried.: Apathy. I can never predict it’s arrival. But when it comes over, I’m...

unhurried:

Apathy. I can never predict it’s arrival. But when it comes over, I’m never bold enough to tell it to leave.

We sit and chat, though neither of us have much to say to one another. I usually ask why it still hangs around with me, to which it questions why i hang around it.

I’ve heard people…