Have you ever had a moment when you realized your name was just a name? For a brief second, my souls flies out from my body. I find myself looking in the mirror, looking at myself, wondering, who is this? Who is Sara? Sara. It sounds like some foreign word. I've never heard of it. The eyebrow scrunches up in confusion and I'm shocked. Did I do that? Can I control this body?
Then a second later, I'm me again. I know exactly who Sara is, and I smile at myself in the mirror and walk away. Where did that other soul go? Where did that piece of me that wasn't me come from? How do I make it come back? I can't force it. It comes randomly. It steals my thoughts and emotions for that small moment of time, and try as I might to hold onto it, it disappears quickly.
Is this what happens when people time travel? Or go to Narnia and other imaginary worlds? Or is some other spirit just lost? It takes over my brain for a moment, but the only thoughts I read are "Who am I?" and "What is this?"
It works with other people too. It never used to, but it did today. Someone I know very well walked by and I thought, "Who is that?" I knew the name. I said it in my head, but it still sounded strange. What are these names all about? Do we need them? In my mind, we don't really. We know who we are without giving a label. It's all about the feeling. Maybe that's what it is. The feelings in that moment are so intense and unfocused, unorganized, that the name loses its importance. Instead, I recognize the shadow. The thoughts. The feelings.
Maybe I've been abducted by aliens. Maybe I can read minds.
Maybe I'm just crazy.
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