I keep waiting for something safe, and familiar to reach out to.
To touch, to know it is real, and still exists.
To gain a sense of comfort while trying to regain a sense of balance and stability…
Life just comes at you full force, nonstop.
And all you can hope for is that the next blow doesn’t knock you off entirely.
Life. It’s merciless, unfeeling. It doesn’t slow down, it’ll just trample you, especially when you’ve hit the ground.
And only stomp you into rock bottom.
Blow after blow.
And…sort of keep finding myself disappointed in my search.
Which at this point, I’ve found that my mind has formed a habit of slipping into this weird hibernation.
State.
Where I complexly space out for minutes at a time.
Though thoughts are still floating around in my mind…I am not all there.
I guess you could say I’m somewhat numbed or subdued by this.
This is what I am experiencing right now, as I type this.
No need to elaborate, to merely state.
Can the body detect things like a nervous breakdown and prevent them in such a way?
That would be fascinating.
Just really out of it.
Really out of it.
Trying to highlight the division of my worlds.
