I didn’t expect everything to be swirling around me like this. And it feels like I’m walking on air, but not in the good way. In the, my feet aren’t planted and set in a direction way. And it feels like it’s been this way for so long, I don’t remember what it was like to be anchored. To fold my clothes and put them in a drawer. To pull a book off my bookshelf. To use my own dishes. I don’t have routine or the subtle comfort of it. Short term has evolved into long term. I am looking for the magic in uncertainty. For the beauty in wondering. Maybe it’s in a place called tomorrow. Just on the other side of tonight.