"Wake me up, I must be sleeping. I lay in bed dreaming. Dreams of Life and Death, images invade my head.  When I wake I'll be dead. There will be nothing left."

She sits in a room of silence, to ease her mind.
There her brain can slow down, stop and rewind.
She falls back in to time.

"As the world shifts, time swallows her inch by inch."

Future, Present, Past
She relapse
Start to finish, First to last
Again she goes walking through time.
She steps up to the line.
Watching her life uncombined.
An invitation of no decline.
She faces her life.