i'm out of my own body.

i'm trapped in my own head.

i float above my body, tethered to my mind by a silken thread, feeling both everything and nothing all at once and not at all.

i am a vessel for the unknown.

i am stuck in the unknown.

i am uncertain, unable to inch forward but refusing to go back.

i do not want to go back.

and i am so, so tired.

tired of feeling stuck.

tired of feeling alone.

tired of feeling like i can't be at home anywhere, even in my own self.

i want to go back.

back to the times when it was simpler, happier.

back to the times where i didn't have to worry about grades,

or friends,

or work,

or money,

or anything.

i'm stuck here.