Whenever I close my eyes, I become a sketch of myself, on paper. My body, and the world, is two-dimensional. Shadows only slant, and I am without substance; there is only one visible side of me at a time.
In these moments, I only fear someone ripping me up or burning me to ashes. I feel lighter too, like I could just summersault cartwheel swan dive.
Once my eyes open again I am weighted. I am tired. I am full. Iām whole.