Living Outside of Time

[sevenday]

I live outside of time. For me, time is a strange and nebulous pool of dark waters that I often dip my toes into, but have never indulged in. One day feels like a week, and a week feels like a day; a year is nothing but a blink in my memory. I feel as if I have gone from zero to twenty-one in nothing flat, and that all the memories that I’ve built

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[toxic_iguana]

Now THAT is one of the posts you read and re-read, sifting through the little, seemingly insignificant, and often all too inadequate jumble of vowels, consonants, and adjectives we are given to express the bare bones of our lives with