“Between the Shifts”

I wake to a world that pulses and hums,
one moment a blur of color,
the next, a dull fog settles over my skin.
The edges of my thoughts are sharp,
then soft,
and I am left to navigate between them.

There are moments I soar—
the air thick with possibility,
my mind racing faster than I can catch it,
ideas spilling out like water
too much to hold,
too much to let go.

Then comes the silence,
the empty space where my voice doesn’t reach,
where my own thoughts feel distant,
as if they belong to someone else.
I am smaller,
the world tighter around me.
The room spins, but I am still.

Each shift is a collision,
a clash of light and shadow.
And I am always here,
never knowing which version of myself
will wake with the sun.