This state we’re in.

Everything takes twice as long. 11:11 feels longer than a minute. Everyone is impaired. Foggy. Raw. Sensitive.

I am not Kate Bush. & my voice is shaking.

Sneaking side eyes & trying to remember to breath. Or feel. Something or anything. Everything. Nothing. I feel, staring at walls.

He said he didn’t see you. But he lies. & this is a dream.

Soon. In another universe; which they have almost found, things will be different.