
These days keep rushing by. This is supposed to be my time off before school starts again. It keeps flying past me. My time is fleeting, I can never hold on to it. I keep getting older, my hands and body feel colder. I want everything to pass extremely slow, to stop, to freeze. I want to touch, to feel, to pull things close to me. How can I be still?
When it rains everything becomes clear, everything new again. It all feels different than it used to, foreign, not good or bad, just new. Can I snap my perspective back into existence?
Image: Brancusi - Sleeping
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