some days, it’s so hard to interact with the outside world.
we can read, and we do, but when we try to interact, to post, to respond, it’s like having a handful of sand.
every little grain of sand is a word, a thought, a feeling, but we can’t hold on to any of them, they just slip through our fingers.
life goes on inside, but the world outside of the body seems ephemeral, out of reach.
we sit and stare at the walls, at the computer screen, nobody really fronting, just drifting.
we write blog posts, long intense emails, but somewhere between the brain and the keyboard, they get lost.
we are not disconnected from each other, but we are from the outside world.
Life is hard. Dissociation is easy.
days like this don’t scare us. it’s peaceful. just drifting.
It cannot last though. We must reconnect. We must find our anchors again.
We always do.
But never think that we don’t care. We care a lot. It’s just sometimes we have a hard time saying so.
forgive us? we are sorry.