Sometimes I feel myself disintegrating into floating particles..
I cant say if it is my mind, or soul, or body that holds a fine string,
that locates every dislocation,
and manages a hasty ending,
turning my fragmentations into stories.
Not well-related, yet something close to that.
I feel that freefall when I leave consciousness, like a feather falling endlessly,
I zoom in and out of time-zones.. I leave myself, crash into others,
I become you, him, her... Time plays tricks and turns me into a "human". I break, as light breaks in through the shadows..
I know, I had never been one...before.
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