As time goes on, I can feel it leaving me behind. Caught in-between the rift I struggle to tell what is real and what is not. The world is a blur as I move at the speed of light. I am frightened that I will never catch up. I am frightened that I will never be able to tell what is real and what is not ever again. Why is this happening? Why am I losing my grip on reality? My days grow shorter and it’s impossible to tell when they begin. Immense pressure placed upon my head. It is being crushed by the rifts of time and soon I will perish without even knowing why. Time has consumed me with intentions of never letting go. Trapped in-between when I only wish to grow.