i often have dreams where it feels like i am floating. a simple task, such as walking, takes the same amount of force and effort as climbing uphill. each step is it's own mountain climbed. pushing, pulling, and frustrated, I dissolve each step from my mind. letting go each strand of stem, i am still tangled. like a forever growing plant, hugging a wall, constantly searching for sunlight. i am under water. why does the sand keep getting deeper? and, where the fuck am i even going? constantly on a voyage to a blurry, most likely imaginary, destination. everything seen through a vaseline dripped contact, stitched to my eye. everything warps. blurred soft and almost silent. a buzz leeches in my mind. if only i could twist or even fall. i'm a stranger to gravity. a reoccurring dream. the scariest part? i am awake. this is not a dream.