Too much, too fast.
Breathless at a stoplight.
change
fast
must
go
I HAVE NO TIME
everything/everything/today/tomorrow
Always with the rushing, barely feeling, barely knowing where I am.

Now there's nothing.

It's a break, slow and stale.
What do I do?
There are four or five things maybe but none feel right and I can't bring myself to move.
I try one thing,
then another.
No drive,
meaning,
purpose,
feeling.
Not even my eyes can focus on anything.
Skipping, blinking, nothing.
Slow.

Give me back the whirlwind, or give me gravelike nothing.
Nothing is right.
I need power to feel and peace to fight or I am already dead.
Please.
I'm trusting You.
Please.

Tonight, we danced -

Slow,
          Blissful,
                         Close.

And in that moment - I realised -
that I can never dance without you again.

Hate grows very slow and it grows very thick
He was an annoyance once, he now makes me sick
Distance also grows, it grows with the hate
And sometimes the coldness it feels just like bait
Something to snag me to get a reaction
But if you look a bit longer, under closer inspection
You see that it's not, you see you don't care
I think that I'm lost in this ****** up nightmare

i wish i could do it over
age slower

get a chance to do it all right