Too often in my life, I feel like I’m moving in slow motion.
With one my blink, time rashes by so fast, I can’t even catch a glimpse of its tail.
Everything is just moving too fast. I can’t catch a breath.
Time is the air, air becomes wind, and when that wind hits you in the face with speed like that, it might as well be a truck.

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