unsure

Contemplating the current residence.
Looking forward to future way of being.
Confident that there is a right time for all things to be.
Restless.

Here is where I really space out. Honouring the seperation that doesn't even exist, that is unsure of itself if it does and yet it somehow always is observed as such.

Seperation from most humans at this time.

Wondering if there is someone that knows what it's like to see this way. Unplugged from that hive mind, hence seperation, some kind of developed isolation, aware of a force pushing, cracks appear.