The world doesn’t make sense today.

The sky is underneath my feet. I step on clouds with my heavy boots. the roots of tall trees keep poking at my head, getting tangled in my hair, picking my brain for God knows what.

The world doesn’t make sense today.

Reverse means forward and when I press the gas pedal in my broken down corolla, instead of going forward, I float up.

I feel that perhaps I’m under water and nobody told me. There’s bees pollinating flowers in bushes that look like clouds.

But I am under water. I am under blankets. The door is closed, the blinds are shut, my thoughts so loud I can’t hear the people outside. The ones who don’t walk on sky. The people who’s feet still hit pavement, the people who’s world still makes sense.

My watch ticks backwards, the rain falls up and the words that once flowed from me like slow oozing honey from a jar, are stuck somewhere. somewhere back when you still smiled and I still understood. I don’t understand anymore. The world doesn’t make sense today.

The sunrise at midnight paints the sky the color of the coffee I can’t get up without and I am sinking into it.

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