Fragmented.

Most moments feel the same,

But sometimes, they do not.

Sometimes, you feel that shift.

You have been here before.

You know these streets.

You know these signs.

Don’t you?

You get a call.

You recognize the name.

You don’t know why.

What is happening?

You are lost.

You see a shop.

You walk inside.

It will be okay.

That’s what they say, at least.

You will be okay.

You will get through this.

You breathe.

In.

Out.

Shouldn’t you count?

One.

Two.

Where are you?

A loud noise.

You look up.

You refocus.

You smile.

A man across the street chases a dog.

You have been here before.

You know these streets.

You know these signs.

Okay.

Alright.

Okay.

It will be.

#prosepoem #rambling #mentalhealth #okay