Like a horse with no name, just feeling off and odd and outside of it all with no discernible cause and nausea on top. Feel like you’re washing away but not sure where from or to.…Comes randomly and unceremoniously, lasting a few days and cleaving a rift in every moment and interaction, a rift you kinda try to pretend isn’t there because you don’t know the cause or timeline. But rather than hammering your fists over an open canyon, casting a lonely echo, you breathe when you can and try to describe not why but what (for research, when it inevitably comes again), and wait until you feel the sun on your head again, when you stretch your fingers and feel the pull of your skin and the blood rush through and know you may not be you yet but you’re closer than the day before. And the fractures stay like fossils reminding you how swiftly you can slip outside of it all but also that you can float on back too.
