The Eighty-Eighth: Where I Can't See

Vessel

I feel like I'm walking through someone else's life.
Everything is unfamiliar
The familiar feels foreign
A slow drift past what I thought I knew
Surreality is the new comfort
Anxiety is the new black.

I can't put my head in the right place
Where is 'the right place'?

I envy your conviction
The force with which you stand still
The courage with which you leap
Twice I've learnt the hard way,
that once is never enough.