Dimensions

It feels as if I’ve been completely usurped into a whole new world. A different world. Of different dimensions that warp the everyday values I take for granted, of unheard rules that shatter the rules of the world that I’m comfortable in.

Discombobulated, I feel myself fumbling around in a sphere composed of mixed shadings of black, white, and grey… Mostly grey. I can’t even discern where one thing ends and another begins. More importantly, I can hardly remember the last time I was certain about what my heart wishes for. Nor can I remember definitively where my limits are.

More than ever, I feel nostalgic. This sickness of yearning that I know not what object it is directed towards. This is my home, is it not? Even at home, I do not feel hospitable.