otherworldly

That moment when you realize you’re outside of your body watching yourself, or not watching for that matter. Still not awake but not dreaming, you wonder how the day went by without feeling present or wilful. It’s like you stepped on an escalator, someone brushed your teeth when you went by, you arrived at work, somehow landed in your chair, responded to emails, just kept floating. The highlight of your day? Nothing stands out. Nothing stimulated you to awake from your reverie, the one that padded you from the life you somehow choose to lead everyday, and days like today, ones where you wonder what you did, make you realize that sometimes life is living you, rather than the other way around.