I tell myself that I'm numb.But why would I tell myself that. Unless I actually feel everything. As a wall.
I don't.
I do not feel anything. I am not numb. I'm just caught. Between a state. Of here, but not home.
The sounds around me file into a vertex. Then to a point. Then to a haze. Then it swallows me.
Then rejects me. Like a invasive intruder.
It goes back to a point.
Then I'm back.
Eyes no longer stale.
Back in my body.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
I tell myself that I'm numb.But why would I tell myself that. Unless I actually feel everything. As a wall.
I don't.
I do not feel anything. I am not numb. I'm just caught. Between a state. Of here, but not home.
The sounds around me file into a vertex. Then to a point. Then to a haze. Then it swallows me.
Then rejects me. Like a invasive intruder.
It goes back to a point.
Then I'm back.
Eyes no longer stale.
Back in my body.
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