Have you ever had that feeling where there's a window in the background, and you can tell trees and bushes are moving outside in the breeze, but it's not until you actually stop what you're doing and sit still and look out and it's like..being pushed backward through a tunnel? Because all of these thoughts the run through your mind give you the impression that you're moving and the outside stands still. Maybe your fingers are from typing or texting or your eyes are from reading. Busy, busy, busy. Kinda like when you're walking on a bridge and the water is rushing so quickly underneath and then when you pause and look into the current, it almost knocks you off your feet.
Stop.
My world's moving. And I'm trying to keep up. Why am I so afraid to stop and let it turn a little? Eventually, everything comes back around. Well, the things that are supposed to. Right?
Right.
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