Detox and Recovery

Indoors, I could slow down — but not all the way. My body hovered in an in-between state, as if it couldn’t decide whether to rest or stay prepared.

Indoors, I could sit, lie down, and slow my thoughts — but my body never fully arrived. It stayed perched on the surface, as if the space wouldn’t let me settle all the way in.

Indoors, comfort hovered just out of reach. I could function, relax a little, even feel calm — yet my body never crossed the line into true ease.

Indoors, nothing was attacking me — yet my body stayed subtly defensive, as if it needed to stay ready just in case. The protection was quiet, but it never fully switched off.

Indoors, my body allowed just enough ease to function — but not enough to feel open. Relaxation hovered nearby, yet something stayed quietly protected.

Indoors, nothing felt threatening — yet my body stayed subtly protected, as if it never quite trusted the space enough to stand down.

Indoors, my body softened just enough to notice — then stopped. The tension wasn’t sharp or painful; it was quiet, persistent, and never quite released.

Indoors, I wasn’t panicking or distressed — just subtly activated. My body stayed a step ahead, as if it never quite trusted the quiet enough to settle.

Even in still moments, indoors, my body stayed subtly unsettled — not panicked, not tense, just unable to fully land. Rest felt close, but never complete.

Indoors, it felt like something was about to happen — even when nothing ever did. My body stayed poised, suspended, unable to fully arrive in the moment.