A breath cut off too soon.
Being the odd one out in a crowded room.
A pair of shoes that don't fit quite right.
An inability to relax that lasts
through the night.
A song that stops right before the chorus...

Discomfort has become 'comfortable',
Or,
As comfortable as I can currently be.
When you become accustomed to discomfort,
It is difficult to break free from it -
To address it.
When the line between the two
absolutes blur together,
How can one begin to communicate
their internal state to a third party?

Every morning,
I am faced with the choice between
'discomfort' and 'dissociation.'
And every morning,
in the universe I don't feel I belong in,
I pray to the gods I don't believe in
that I have the strength to
dissociate.
© O.M.A

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