I am inside out, out and about, without knowing where to go, because I cannot leave the bed.
I am bound, bed-bound and don´t know for how long.
Life has slowed down in the external sphere, but in here, inside me it is speeding speeding speeding up, until I run in circles and cannot fall asleep anymore.
It´s a strange beast, this forced stillness.
It´s a bizarre in-between time, this eternity of hours and minutes, stacked upon each other, like a specifically shaky Jenga-tower.
I do not know what tomorrow will bring, for I do not understand this transience and never shall.
I do not know how to hope, because hope, any forward thinking thought, really, requires a motion, requires the believe in the deep changeability of things, and I do not have that.
So here I am and here I stay, in this moment, in this room, in this bed, in this body, in this mind, in this thought.