Such a Strange Time

The last few weeks have left me damaged and advancing. This whole year feels estranged and altered- my scars are now dancing. I have the knowledge, but not the ability- I can’t discern between the progression of time, and the delusions that will one day feel silly. But for now, my laughs are only from distress. As I turn cold from lack of rest. Please, someone, follow me to a different time. A year ago before the pain turned my memories to slime. I can only exist in what I can recollect. My scattered sanity will one day reconnect. But for now, the present is not intact. Until I am brought back to life by a panic attack.