Ever feel like you’re floating, watching your body go through motions? Watching the world pass you by, not knowing how to stop time and catch up?
Slow down. Slow down.
it never does.
I never get caught up.
I wonder what will happen, the day where I fall back into my body. Everything will hit me at once, all of the things that I can’t place my finger on. Will it hurt? Will I implode?
One night I walked on the bridge and stopped to stare down at the slow moving water. Come on, catch up. Catch up. Catch up. For a moment, I thought I had. But I didn’t. Years and years are blurs of faded colors that resemble something I cannot quite place.
Does anyone account for time? Is time even real?