everything moves
too quickly
too slowly
at the same time.
I’m frozen in time
and I’m speeding down the highway
days blur,
weeks and weeks go by
I’m tumbling, struggling
hanging on by a thread;
I’m lost –
but how can I even be lost if I’ve never known where I want to
be.
How can I be lost without a destination.
2/11/2020 11:33PM
Drawings made in a place where time stands still
Annika Marthinuss 