3rd day, Pony  Comments Off on Post
Mar 052017

I’m 7 years old, I’m looking out a window, into a yard, staring at trees, I have no idea who I am, parts of me were forgotten, lost, shamed out of me. My body doesn’t feel real, life does not feel real. I forget where I am supposed to be, who I belong to, where everyone has gone. I don’t feel real, I don’t know how I got here.

How do I know it’s real, that I’m not going to just float away?

I’m 25 years old, I stare at the walls of a room, I’m not sure who I am really. I respond to stimulus around me occasionally. Everything around me keeps shifting and changing, I’m waiting for something. I have always been waiting. I don’t know what it’s is, or where it is. I don’t feel attached to my body. I don’t know how to become attached to it. I have been trying this whole time.