Is this some kind of poetry? Sorry, my nighttime medication is kicking in a bit?
I stand, yet I sit, in the conflict of time, I, who no longer know who I am, lingering here, between two worlds, a silent witness to that which was one, so fragile, so still in being. Peaceful, thrice peaceful like a small animal, I slept, trapped in the spiral of being. the helplessness, it…