[TW: Mention of dissociative feelings & experiences]
Floating, I'm floating
Time and space have no meaning
Outside of my body, outside of this world
My mind resides somewhere beyond the void
Out of touch, out of focus
Sensation but no feeling
Decisions but no consequences
Reality, hinging on fragile existence
Hanging by a thread, nearly cut in two
I am not real, and neither are you
Our souls lie somewhere beyond the void
So why, oh why, do we remain trapped in this human world?
Looping the same events, time and time again
I believe I am going insane, my friend
Same places, same people, same decisions, same outcomes
Yet each time I long for it to change
Insanity
It has claimed me...
Or perhaps,
It always has
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A valiant attempt at describing the way I have felt the last few years of my life.
[REMINDER: This is just poetry, you and I are alive, and we are okay. This is simply a way for me to healthily get my feelings out.]
