When I travel, it seems that my soul travels slowly and stays behind for a while. If I travel for three hours, it will take until tomorrow. If I travel around the world, it will take at least three days.
This is not jet lag. I am not tired. I feel a disembodiment, a total lack of connection with where I am. I am certain I have left my soul behind.
I sit with friends in the evening and I stare into space
They say, "Are you thinking about a story?"
"No," I say, "I am waiting for my soul".
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This is lovely. We've all felt that temporary "disconnect" and it's well portrayed here.
I especially like the personification of the soul. There's a beautiful sense of longing. I don't know why, but it makes me think of that Springsteen song "If I Should Fall Behind". I've always liked that song.
-m