“Being different” sounds exactly like a spiraling thought; drunk, almost; heady; like, something’s hurtling toward you or you’re inches away from someone; like, you’re peering at them through little holes.
Like your emotions have escaped and they’re walking freely up and down the stairs of your subconscious… like waves.
Waves. They touch you, disappear and then touch you again. This is probably how Will felt when talking to Mike, like he gets to touch him, but only for a moment, and then he has to instantly disappear back in the water.









