Time that goes by quickly
is actually just steadiness under the fragmented attention of someone distracted
the days that pass quickly are the ones that eat up years because they know you're looking through lace curtained windows
and quick backward glances forgotten in the next moment
head turning back while hair is still tossing from the backward spin
you are too busy saturating yourself in presence to notice that time is still slow
that a year is still 365 days
and a day still 24 hours
you are too busy living to count down anymore
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