another shade of meh

It's technically Valentine's Day, but I 'm feeling in a different plane of thoughts other than the joy of my life. It's not a version of melancholy in the sense I'm not overtly feeling sad, gloomy or depressed. I just feel like something is on the verge of happening but time has forgotten it somehow. Looming dread is akin to what I feel, only in a parallel dimensional sort of way. It's that feeling of being caught waiting for the phone to ring for no particular reason. Like waking from a dream with a sense of purpose, only to forget the dream completely.