silent and swift, your eyes pacing back and forth between something that’s barely noticeable and something that only you could see. the world stands still inside of your hourglass and you’re full of different ways to fix this place, but you’re too anxious and too worried that you’ll mess it up too. you’re aware of yourself and that can be pretty scary especially if you’re dealing with it every single day. you know that’s how we’re able to move on from pain... we have the ability to forget, to just let things blur. that’s why when we recall a memory, it’s not really accurate. it’s also one-sided. it’s from your viewpoint and it’s hard to see how the garden grows if you never get any sleep. you’re going to need a lot of rest if you want to paint the world into a prettier shade of peace. start with clearing your head and then step outside and set things right. one day at a time, alright?