Slightly Out of Sync
some days it’s just… quiet not peaceful quiet the kind where everything feels slightly out of place like you’re wearing your life a size too big.
i’ll be at work, answering emails, fixing things, talking like i’m fine and underneath it there’s this low hum. like somethin is wrong but no one can hear it but me.
other days its the opposite. everything is loud. colors feel sharper, ideas come faster than i can hold onto them and for a second i almost believe this is who i’m supposed to be. untouchable, unstoppable, finally enough.
but it never stays.
it tilts. always tilts.
so i’ve learned how to exist in the middle of it. how to laugh at the right times, how to keep my hands busy, how to answer “i’m good” without thinking too hard about what that means
itsnot always heavy. that’s the thing people dont really get
sometimes its just a subtle disconnect…. like im slightly out of sync with everything including myself.