Jul 14
oftentimes, being dissociative but not plural feels like a half-baked existence.
most people Are their body, but i'm merely inside it. and when i'm not at the wheel, no one else is. when i'm all the way back against the furthermost corners of my skull, barely making out the outside through circular windows, there's no one there nor here nor anywhere. there's nothing to fill the empty spaces, no signal to broadcast between channels. there's only one, and the antenna is crooked.