Life is a Dream

I move through rooms, absent and unaware. I hear my voice, but the connection is lost. I am awake, but life feels like a dream. A fog in the air brushes my face with its invisible presence. The sound of my footsteps is heard from miles away, yet I am frozen in place. My thoughts are muffled like voices talking beneath the water, distant and faint. The dog barking, the water running, the toilet flushing…all feel like it is happening in another dimension. This is what it is like to be me. To exist yet be nonexistent. To be heard but not understood. For the meaning of my words is a mystery to me. Do they even have a meaning? Minutes, days, and weeks pass by in a flash. Time goes backwards and forwards. In my space, I know well, I am lost.