I feel abstract. 

But how does one feel abstract? I typed it on Pinterest, all that came up were images. Distorted images. Smeared art. Weird, unusual, incomplete. Is that what the feeling of being abstract is like? Smeared, weird, distorted, unusual, incomplete.

Feeling abstract is like dancing with the wind, where reality and imagination fades and what is left is a feeling of… incompleteness. A heavy weightlessness.

It's like floating on a cloud, untethered from the confines of the ordinary. It's a kaleidoscope of thoughts, colours and emotions where boundaries blur and the mind wanders freely into nothing and everything, everywhere, all at once. 

Feeling abstract is like being lost in a swirl of thoughts. It's trying to grasp a fleeting dream, where the edges fade away as you reach out. It's a puzzle of emotions where the pieces don't fit together, yet somehow creates a beautiful broken mosaic. 

I feel abstract. I feel like everyone and everything is a part of this connective tissue, tightly bound together, aware of each other. While I'm just there. Floating. Unbound.