“am i better? can you be better when you’re still sad–long patches of sad swooping in at night when there aren’t any sounds to cover it? are you better when you still feel blank, fog rising inside you, great empty spaces like those moors people walk on in british films? are you better when, as you’re going through the motions–talking, laughing, listening, walking the dog, helping mom with dinner–at the same time there’s this lost feeling walking beside you, so you can touch it, like a tongue on a tooth? here’s the shape of it. here’s the gap. here’s the space where something good was. here’s the want.
Here I am, in borrowed bones, in makeshift skin, looking out it eyes that are a construct, breathing with lungs that are only a step–a basic rearrangement–away from leaves. How funny, to have a body when I am not a body? How funny, to be inside when I am outside?
Do you feel better?
And I've said, "Sometimes."
Which is possibly, almost, don't-look-too-closely-or-it-might-go-away, true."
- How it feels to float, Helena Fox.
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