Nowadays, there are moments when I feel as if I’m not present in this world. As if I’m in a dream where everything is sluggish — I look at my palms, wiggle my fingers but they seem to move with a delay, in slow glitchy motions — and a feeling of helplessness floods through me. I’m simply an observer floating untethered over the world, struggling to get a grip, find a hold, make sense of the changes flying past me even as they accelerate with every passing second.
Check out my other post from earlier today, ‘i can’t help but romanticise the night’, which is a tad bit happier.
Written in response to the image prompt provided by Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 217.