(Sometimes if you stay still for long enough, so much so that your eyes stare at the same spot and you don’t blink at all and the colours start to blur and melt away right in front of you, you can almost, almost just believe, that you’re not part of this body, this bed, this room, this house, this building, this world.

Your soul has taken off.

Next stop: The Maldives. Yes please. The one I see in magazines where the water is so blue and the sky is so blue you can't tell which is which and you don't have to depend on someone else's body to locate your own body, to hold a needle and stitch your heart back into place.)