I am so tired.
So so tired.
My body goes walking, smiling, talking.
My soul remains anchored to a world that probably no longer exist.

Perhaps it is good that they are separated.
This dichotomy is good.
Then it is possible not to think too much or feel too much.
Because my body and soul have been disconnected.
One left to just feel.
One left to just think.
Separate the pain. Divide it. Halve it.
So that everything is bearable for now.

My soul dreamt of iceland.
Trekking through the snow.
But yet, my body cannot feel the cold.
You were there.
You told me to get warm.
A red jacket.
A pair of red mittens.
Suddenly i am warm again.
Again?
I did not realized that i was cold.

My soul has been separated from my body.
That makes the pain more bearable for now.