I keep thinking that this is real life, and then I stop,
What is real life? How should it be? Me as Anna, or me as a single cell in the sea.
Then nothing seems alive, it's like we're little bits floating around.
Nothing matters.
Not your diploma, not your promotion or your pets.
How much food you eat, or how many phone-calls you receive.
It's you, and your body, and for some people a soul, should they choose to believe--in the middle of this vast conglomerate mass of memory and senses.
All of those other things are just...fluff. It feels like there is no time. (Or maybe I just have no concept of it.)
The only thing that matters to me is that .2 seconds that I feel like I'm here instead of a million miles away, bowing to the Procrustean bodies that loom over me.
I can't even explain how it truly feels in my head; words can't describe it,
I'm stumbling,
falling,
I'm sitting,
ignorant
of anything tangible.