Time skips

Everything’s dulled.

Moving in slow-motion.

Edges softened.

Faraway echoes.

Brightness scaled back.

Half-heart-beats.

Everything’s too sharp.

Speeding to a blur.

Razor-fine poignancy.

Shouting voices.

Technicolor palette.

Palpitations.

I’m here,

caught

between

half-time

and

double-time,

looking for

time

to do it

all

before

it’s too late.

.

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