I run around most of my life avoiding being human, or so it seems. I often think I'm no longer alive and maybe never have been. None of this feels real and this sense of being disconnected seems to be the only shred of reality I can cling to.
When it hits, I am swept away and there's not much I can do until the forces have passed and have stopped looking for me. Of course, they never are. The motivations of the external world are unknowable.
Sometimes I transform and that's what I hope with each passing cycle.
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