Running
It still surprises me - how quick I can lose touch. How everything can feel foreign, suddenly. How I can feel the ground give way beneath my feet.
Before I know it, 2 days have passed. Setting the alarmclock for tomorrow makes me realize I've been in my own little world for 2 whole days. It's like those 2 days never even happened.
I get so isolated, so easily. It's scary, almost. This is what it feels like to live inside yourself. Nothing else happens. It all passes me by.
I know my mind is racing, working on full speed. I dream even when I'm awake, and sometimes I can see flashes of what my subsconciousness produces. Mostly I don't know what the hell is happening up there. I just know it's happening.
I'm so grounded, like I'm in touch with everything, just not on the level we're supposed to operate on, you know?
Like I could just shrug the world off and fly. And when it turns out I can't, that all I have it this world - it's pure, feverish panic.
Before I know it, 2 days have passed. Setting the alarmclock for tomorrow makes me realize I've been in my own little world for 2 whole days. It's like those 2 days never even happened.
I get so isolated, so easily. It's scary, almost. This is what it feels like to live inside yourself. Nothing else happens. It all passes me by.
I know my mind is racing, working on full speed. I dream even when I'm awake, and sometimes I can see flashes of what my subsconciousness produces. Mostly I don't know what the hell is happening up there. I just know it's happening.
I'm so grounded, like I'm in touch with everything, just not on the level we're supposed to operate on, you know?
Like I could just shrug the world off and fly. And when it turns out I can't, that all I have it this world - it's pure, feverish panic.