you kind of just want to curl up in bed and have years of silent dreamless sleep.when you wake up, times would have moved on and people would have changed, while you remain who you were score years ago. the world cannot reconcile the time you gained/lost with the time your heart ticks to, to give yourself a semblance of reality to exist in. so you just drift about on your own terms and at your own time, while the world runs, years too quickly.

why are the days so long and the nights so quietly pensive?

too many voices and too many thoughts, throw me into a white padded room and let the thick door slam itself shut.