the vision is not that sharp anymore
the sounds seem dull and bland
as is the same for my sense of smell
my reach seems to be stopped by air
my thoughts seem to be caught in a mist
all fuzzy and unclear, missing definition
ideas are cut short before completion
my chain of thought breaks up in mid air
my reality is closed in, more and more
like being claustrophobic in open air
while getting worse and worse, i realise
for a split second: my bubble is shrinking
“shrinking” © 2013 Rob Knetsch
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