Sometimes the world seems to be turning without you.
It’s a weird feeling, as you’re awake but walking in a haze, putting one foot in front of the other as a matter of course, but totally unaware of which direction you’re taking.
You reach your destination and have no clear recollection of how you got there, just that you arrived and were glad of it.
Hours stretch to days, then weeks, sometimes months and there is no conscious difference between each twenty four hours as everything has a sameness and we lose track of time.
Conversations babble around you, the occasional word filters through your mental fog, and you realise someone is actually talking to you, but you have no idea what about.
You stare at them blankly, they repeat whatever it was, but your mind has already flittered elsewhere and their words are lost again in the cocoon of…
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