I am not unwell.
I am not well either.

I am drowning in the sensation of something not working as it should
quietly lurking in the corner of my eyes,
trying to touch my fingertips
something about to happen, already happening even though I can't yet tell

Feelings should come in short sentences
I feel abstract
I can't seem to find short sentences
for abstraction

I'm here
I'm here like I am anywhere else
I'm in the bedroom
I'm in the forest
I'm in the sea
I'm among flowers, among the sea, among the cushions, among the wind
I'm here, and here doesn't seem to exist