Sometimes

Sometimes, it feels like the world slips away. You watch yourself having a conversation with someone, walking, pointing at something that excites you. But it's not you really, it's something that's taken your place while you float around in a sort of nothingness.

Where have you gone?

Sometimes, you find yourself back in reality. But you never realized you were gone. No time has gone by at all, and yet it's been an hour, a day. You look back and have all these memories of where you've been, the things you've seen and done. But you didn't do them. It was a placebo-you, filling in. It's almost like a vacation from life itself.

But you don't always want that vacation.

Sometimes you can feel the breeze on your skin, the cold nip at your face, hear the leaves rustle. It's the place where the leaves fall like snow. The place you never knew could have beauty, innocent beauty, until you were able to see the flaws of the world. Until the reservoir of sea water sprung a leak. Until you found yourself on your back looking up into the blackened sky, and watched those leaves that fell like snow.

Sometimes you wonder to yourself where you've been all this time. You don't understand yourself anymore, there's no logic to you.

Sometimes there can't be logic. It's nothing but rawness. Numbness.

And sometimes the world comes crashing in.

And sometimes there's nothing to do. Nothing to do but make a pile of those leaves, and fall asleep.