it's as if there's a disconnect somewhere,
between my soul
and the world outside
and it feels like crawling into a shell made of wax paper and wrapping the bits of me that matter into a safe little package that i'll leave in the back of the freezer and forget about for a while.
no, it's more like completely reducing myself to the wax paper package and peering at the world through the ice-frosted wax from the back of the freezer.
no, it's not that either.
it's like seeing the world through a screen door that's locked and you don't know how to open except to forget about the door and run top speed at the shimmering mesh.
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