this day has gone so slowly fast

as in
each minute ticks by as if an hour
but at the end of each hour
I can scarcely remember a minute of it

but how was it?
this slow,
yet fast
day?

fantastic?
no,
but it has been happy.

friends,
memories,
entertainment.

I kept busy,
yes,
and that keeps the mind
busy from thinking about
the bad things.

the sad things,
the memories,
the frustrations.

god,
it’s late now,
the day is so slow,
slow enough that they’re
catching up with me.

so I speed up,
speed up in any way I can
till my body is like electricity
trying to dance away the dark
with only the tiny shocks to make
light