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Season 41, Episode 8: Dissociation

ByR. William Parmenter Reading Time: 1 minute

I float the world,
Always the same distance —
Ground to eyes,
Eyes to sky —
A passive subsistence.

Days blur, feelings mute,
Like watching a series,
Drifting through episodes,
Guessing the finale —
Waiting for a twist in the script.

Five Months Since the Release of my Book!

My book has been out in the world for five months! This poem is a selection from the book. As you may have guessed, it is about a typical day where I dissociate from everything around me. I’m floating through the world, not really attached to my body, and watching everything as if I’m watching TV. If you’ve never experienced it, it is a strange sensation.

In recognition of Mental Health Awareness Month, my book is discounted through May. Find it at your favorite place to buy books. You can also ask your local bookstore or library to carry it!

As always, thank you for reading!

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