Nothing is wrong.
But it’s not right either.
and this paradoxical purgatory is what’s been making my head spin, non-stop for the past 216 hours.
Because I’m not eating
and I’m not sleeping
And I’m still alive.
So I’m trying to make sense of all these things that are illogical…the most present being that you and I aren’t together.
How can I not eat and still be alive?
And how did you and I manage to untangle and pull apart our mouths when I could’ve been fed by that for the rest of my life?
Nothing is wrong…not at all.
But it is also most definitely and completely not right.