Sidewalk Chalk

Sometimes, I have Dissassociative moments. You know that you are there physically, but you don’t really feel like it. It’s moments like these where you second guess your own name and wonder if that bad kiss in eighth grade was real or if you’d imagined it.

It’s 4:00 a.m. on a Thursday morning.

Right now, I’m having one of those existential crises with the duration of a sneeze.