I’m okay; kind of.
I was run over by a tractor trailer last week. It destroyed three-quarters of the car I was in. Surprisingly I was in the quarter which didn’t get crushed into tinfoil.
Aside from a few scratches; not a mark.
I stopped thinking about all the things that could have happened: broken arms, legs, death, incapacitating head injury and any combination therefore.
The driver is ok. No one was hurt. I’m not myself. I’m reconnecting with those moments of bliss that make my life meaningful. That’s not why I’m writing this.
Here’s the reason: somethings wrong.
I can feel it on the edge of my skin and here it in other peoples voices. It just feels as though something isn’t quite right with the rest of the world. It sounds foolish and perhaps silly.
I feel as though … I don’t know. Things aren’t real. i feel as though I don’t recognize myself in the mirror or anyone else for that matter. If disconnected is being dropped then I feel like someone pushed me of the top of the Behemoth at Canada’s Wonderland.
I don’t like this. On a side note the thing bothering me in the old apartment turned out to be a Hatman. Wish I knew this before my future girlfriend moved in there.
On the upside if I 9 lives I’ve still got 4 left.
