Stimulation

I stare up at the sky as I hear all of the sounds
in the background.
People are talking, dogs are barking
questions, stories, music, birds.
"What about you, Bri?”
I am staring at the blue.
I heard you, I am not ignoring you.
My eyes are locked,
some start to stare -
Wondering, “what’s going on in there?”

Nothing.
I left my body, I am flying, I am not here.
Nothing is in my mind.
Just left everything behind.
My vessel is empty, everything is clear.

There are colors, and pictures,
and images from other worlds.
Glimpses of the in-between
a fleeting whirlwind.

I come back and I start working.
Using my fingers and toes, and words,
I process everything I just missed in this realm.
To continue to be here, wherever here is.

Others talk about their problems and situations,
and I question how I am even alive in this body.

I question the meanings,
I put it all together in my head.
I let out a sigh.
One would think I’m high.

Then someone asks me why I’ve been quiet for 45 minutes.

“I don’t know,” I tell them.

They wanna know where I’ve been, but I don’t know the answer.
Even if I did, it would be a lot to explain.

I’m somewhere in space. All over the place.

Not here though, never here.
I haven’t learned how to do that, yet.
I feel I’m getting closer every day.
Just gotta learn how to balance all the stimulation.