Dimensional Intersection

Sometimes I feel like my soul is separating from my body and that's why I panic.

That sounds bonkers. I know how it sounds. I have often felt like that in the last 18 months. Somehow, I feel like I exist in two dimensions. Overlapped and intersecting each other. Perhaps I have to make a choice of which one I belong in. Or which one feels most like home. Or which one wants me the most.

Maybe I have gone crazy.

I don't know anything about anything anymore.

I'm trying so hard to stay.

The hardest story to write, is the one of your own life.

I don't think I am the one with the pen anymore.

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