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.
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Check out my other post from earlier today, ‘i can’t help but romanticise the night’, which is a tad bit happier.
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Written in response to the image prompt provided by Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 217.
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