You ever just get speechless? Wordless? Can’t even utter a sound? That is me right now. I can’t figure out what I was doing. It’s like someone just dropped me off the Fortnite bus. What next then?

Can’t be sure what to feel. Reminiscing puts me down and fantasizing keeps me up. Reality is there in the middle, and I am orbiting around it.

Where is the gravity taking me? I am in free fall, and there is no ground to speak of. Somehow, I worry. There is a crash waiting to be had, into a wall, the sun, something. There is a dull echo, but I can’t find the source. It must be the thoughts in my own head.

Should I chase it? Am I being beckoned or lured? Should I trust those thoughts?

Am I flying too far off the ground? I thought that’s what I wanted wings for. Now I just hope these wings can help me land safely. I will never forget the wind that gave me a lift. The air I breathe, I feel suffocated if it is only my own. I want to breathe his again.