Trigger (012)

There should be a trigger warning on this. 

I don’t remember the last time I felt like this, but as I was working out some of my writing today, I remembered a very particular emotion or thought pattern and started vaguely experiencing it again. Occasionally I would feel like the guy did shoot me and I’m now on a different plane of existence than I used to be and everything I have experienced is a dream before you die, or I’m watching someone else but when I look in the mirror all I see is my old face.

It’s probably a good thing that this doesn’t happen often anymore. It’s weird being content; my brain doesn’t know what to do.