a new feeling

a new colour if you will
similar perhaps to how Jay Gatsby feels waltzing through his own party
completely dissatisfied with every event
or
like discovering an old friend's new bad habit
seemlessly coupled with
a vibration of uselessness,
a subtle glaze of confusion
like the way clouds hover low during the evenings by the sea
while the blinking bulbs of far off sailing ships
swell on
and off
burning in the expance