What It Means to Be Space
A Poem About Disassociating and PTSD
Today my world opened up on all ends and all the different dimensions fell in on themselves.
Today I discovered what it means to be space, to exist in the realm of reality beyond my past and present.
I followed the imprint of echoes and got lost as the sirens swallowed me whole.
Today, I was a monster, peeking through holes left by stars into the realities I wish would disappear.
Today, I trickled into the atmosphere, wasted on broken glass and the blood from my throat.
Today my mask fell off and I was forced to see.
All the atoms split so far from each other I could hear the silence between reality and God.
Tomorrow I'll try to be better.
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