I was reminded earlier today of a poem, an ex had recorded it for me at one point and I fancied listening to it.
So I did.
That may have been a mistake.
I listened and was, I dunno, spinning out. I was sobbing and I was real in my toes, maybe, I wasn’t here and I was here and it was altogether unsettling. I felt like I was spinning apart in a million different pieces outside of my own body.
Which was not great.
Im not sure if it was the poem, the ex or what. Some combo of all three I guess. I’ve been feeling really real this week too and suddenly this.
It’s a good poem and he reads them well but perhaps I need to avoid listening to it for the foreseeable.