You keep telling yourself you're not, but they'll keep shooting

You're walking through yellow, carefully examining each step. Toe to heel, sturdy surface. So concentrated that you realize you're actually not touching the ground. Why do you feel heavy? Your brain is twisted and you squeeze your eyes, the vision isn't matching with the sensation.
Arms are like twigs but they stopped growing they're stagnant but too frail to grasp hold of anything. Where did your balance go?
Oh it's water, it's water that's all. Then you're soaked from head to toe. How on earth did you not realize you were submerged?
It's 2am, it's 3am, it's 4am, nothing. Staring. Crossed legged, dry and unsure of your own sanity. 5am creeps in.


It's 8am. It's 11:34am. No recollection of anything you've done so far. Swimming through everything, soaking wet. Nobody is staring and you seem to have forgotten.
Last night you walked through the rain, what a face. Spilling all of your change on the gas station floor, "You are really lucky that I pick up fallen change as a hobby." "Well I guess I ran into the right person." "You really messed up, though."
Pelts of rain as everything slides off like you're a duck. You're legs just keep moving. They are nothing but legs that keep going, one after the other.
Teeth start cracking and when you look down again it's like salt falling all over your shoes and the yellow.
Just start laughing. Wide eyed shaking stiff craze