It's funny isn't it?
How time could move right past you,
Almost in a whirlwind,
yet at the same time it feels so damn slow.
I guess that's what happens
when you know you have to move on.
Not just for yourself.
I mean,
I'm sure you've had that dream, at least once.
Where you're running, and you seem to be trying to outrun your own legs but for some odd reason you just can't seem to be running fast enough.
You're trying but you keep tripping and stumbling and time is faster than you.
Time around you is rushing. It never stops.
It's rushing so damn fast,
because maybe
what you're trying to reach is unattainable.
That's what it's like
to be trying to get what you want most.
Whether you're running back,
trying to find what you lost,
or you're trying to run away.
To move on.
It'll always feel slow.
Because at the same time, everyone knows
That whatever your truly desire,
What you really want most with all your being
Is never truly obtainable.
-Gabsviolet g.vio.g

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