smudge..

at work i am in and out of rooms..empty rooms mostly. somedays i am more aware of a disturbance in the whole feel of a stay. it may seem strange to say this without concrete evidence but since it is unseen it is nothing more than a grasp in the dark. the feel that resides in each individual room is not exactly the same even though each room appears the same as the next. but i can feel the chi move in different ways depending on which side of the building the sun shines thru the window.
when i enter a room i always go to the window and move the curtain and open the window to let the air circulate. i can sense emotional residue that is left behind some of the time. is that strange ? sadness always waits by the window. jealousy always watches itself in the mirror. but it is the anger and rage i feel more than anything ..waiting to bolt out the door like a caged animal. and hope, of course... has already left the building searching for destiny i guess.