it can feel like
riding a bike and having the handlebars suddenly disappear
like dancing with your brain cells upside down as the ears enlarge themselves
like nothing enfolds you
nothing to hold onto nothing to see - to get - to comprehend
nothing to withhold from the storm that’s about to engulf us

it can feel like
grenades going off on the inside
the trembling horror of the shortest way to irrationality
waiting for it to pass by
like some train that never abides to its schedule

it can feel like
war
with the self
all of the time
and in the midst of it all the colours seem to change to something hazier
asking themselves where they belong
on the spectrum of equality

it can feel like
a big void
gulping you up again
demanding your existence
and once again
asking for your breath

-D.