Actually

It's kind of like 

drowning,

But your lungs don't

burn

And you don't

feel the need to

panic,

So it's more like 

floating

But you're actually

flying

because everything is

speeding

past,

But in reality it's like

devouring

Because everything is

slow-motion

And you can take it all

in

But there's so much

sound

And all of these

sights

And you kind of just

stop,

So instead it's like

weariness

But you aren't exactly

tired

Because everything's

exciting,

And you're not 

scared

you're not 

hurting

you're not 

angry

You're more like

okay

you're more

happy

you're more

still.

It's like your in a 

cage

But there's no need to 

fight

Because you're not

afraid

So it's basically

safe

And you're nearly

home

And you actually

belong.

Author's Note

an attempt to describe what the "This" from "This Happens" is....

thoughts please?

Reviews

[quinfinn]

sounds like you are describing psychotropic medications to me....affects everyone differently, but pack a huge wallop. very cleverly penned, dear Siren!

[Siren]

I wish I were! Instead it was a pretty bad split, although there have been ones that were much worse. I'm not sure what triggered it, but sleep proved a gentle enough cure (this time!). I'm a bit unsettled by it, because it was so unexpected and more severe than normal. Most of the time reality remains in the periphery, just on the edge so I can grab it and get back if I need to. This time I was just gone.

[quinfinn]

poor baby, i know all about that. my older sister suffered from schizophrenia from the time she was 16 until her death in April of last year....it is a difficult and tormenting malady to live with. we all have our mental issues though, don't we?

[Siren]

yes, yes we do. there's something wrong with all of us. some of us just know it better than others.

[quinfinn]

oof! i know it sooooo well!