i’m feeling so small right now, and it’s weird.
i feel invisible and muted, like everyone and everything around me is moving while i’m holding still.
i feel out of step, like i wandered outside of my place in time and got lost between being and not being.
i don’t feel hurt, or empty, or lost.
i feel tender, like everything is deep and emotional and powerful.
i feel filled to the brim, like i’m experiencing more than i can comprehend in each moment.
i feel directed, but like something has pointed me in some unknown direction and i’m following on blind faith alone.
i don’t know why i’m doing anything, only that i’m active rather than passive.
and all the while, i feel myself straddling a feeling of immense connectivity and an intangible disconnect at the same time.