As I sit there
Getting a glance of the outside world
Thoughts and emotions at peak
Strangers come and go
I sit as my mind wanders
Observing things around
My mind travelling to othe places
Physically here, but not in spirit
I remember flying freely
Stretching my wings
Yet I remember I am sitting
Yet I know, I am trapped at my place
My thoughts ignoring me
As I come to terms with the reality
Translating what is not
And I realize, that I am only sitting
What a wonderfully atmospheric way of travelling while sitting. You’ve really captured the sense of exhaustion that sends our minds spiralling – and you bring us back to where we are; sitting and writing. Lovely.