living in a world without rest

"NO ONE IN MY FAMILY, NOT ONE OF MY FRIENDS OR CLASSMATES REALIZED THAT I WAS GOING THROUGH LIFE ASLEEP.
IT WAS LITERALLY TRUE: I WAS GOING THROUGH LIFE ASLEEP. MY BODY HAD NO MORE FEELING THAN A DROWNED CORPSE. MY VERY EXISTENCE, MY LIFE IN THE WORLD, SEEMED LIKE A HALLUCINATION. A STRONG WIND WOULD MAKE ME THINK MY BODY WAS ABOUT TO BE BLOWN TO THE END OF THE EARTH, TO SOME LAND I HAD NEVER SEEN OR HEARD OF, WHERE MY MIND AND BODY WOULD SEPARATE FOREVER. ‘HOLD TIGHT,’ I WOULD TELL MYSELF, BUT THERE WAS NOTHING FOR ME TO HOLD ON TO."

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