Life becomes too heavy.
I feel myself
floating
a few steps behind my own body.
My mind drifts somewhere distant,
a place I cannot map.
I watch myself move through the day
like a character
in someone else’s story.
A stranger
to my own memoir.
May 12, 2023
May 12, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC
Life becomes too heavy.
I feel myself
floating
a few steps behind my own body.
My mind drifts somewhere distant,
a place I cannot map.
I watch myself move through the day
like a character
in someone else’s story.
A stranger
to my own memoir.
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