Motion

Sometimes it feels like the world is moving forwards, but I am standing still. Sometimes it feels like I'm sat at the centre of a timelapse video, never changing, never moving, as the world and all it's people zoom by ... busy, occupied, purposeful.

Sometimes, I like to experience it, revel in the calm that falls with in my sphere. Sometimes it feels like I'm being left behind, forgotten, lost. No matter how loud I shout, no matter how many people I try to stop or catch up with. I hope, that someone in this world slows down soon. Catches me in the corner of their eye and breaks me out, takes me along for the ride. Because today, no matter how hard I try to fight my way out of this forcefield, no one can see. It's a one way mirror, shatterproof, sound proof. No one gets in, no one gets out. The world rushes by, unaware.

I will fight, I will scream. I will yell until my voice is lost, until my heart bursts, until my lungs can expel no more air.

I will be, I will exist, I will dream, until you find a way to break this prison. Until you set me free. Then, I will live. Love. Smile. Belong.

Then, I will be me.