Poetry of thought

.Slow.

When you put two peices together
Two things that change the perspective.
Everything moves slow.

You read a certain passage,
And suddenly things click.
You get up and try to move,
But you can never quite go fast enough.

You see someone who's involved
And suddenly you're standing in the hall
Watching their back as they slowly walk away.

Everything is slow.
Everything.
Except your mind.