Gemotions

He couldn’t quite make his feet move in sync with his intention. David watched the fence being built. It was a tangible line, separating properties, defining boundaries. But it also seemed to blur the edges of his own reality. He was sure he’d gone out to get the mail, but now he was in his garden, staring at the construction.

His hands felt heavy, useless. He couldn’t seem to concentrate. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture somehow not his own. The world tilted and swayed. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there. Or where he was trying to go.

The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shout. He wanted to smash something. He simply stood there, lost in a landscape of shifting perspectives and uncertain moments.