An homage to Fall? A poem

I feel like I'm walking around with this feeling.
Like I'm walking around with air pumped between my skin,
cause I can't remember what it feels like attached.
A gap where something moves inside it, but can't quite get out.
Feeling too much
I get lost in the sensation.
The tingle-
of trying to figure out where that feeling comes from.
Is it my heart? My head?
Does it come from my tummy or between my legs?
It's not hot
or cold,
making me shiver though is always the goal though.
See I've had this feeling,
this shift
a danger?
The door opening up wide to let some thing in.
A ghost?
Clarity?
I thought with it came a sense of relief,
Purpose.
Instead....I keep getting this fracture
of body, mind
To the point where I can't tell if it's because it is me
that is the door,
or the gap between my skin
this ghost thing
or the change itself.