It’s getting harder to sleep. Falling in a different timeline. I thought I figured it out, but I really haven’t gone far, I keep catching myself spacing out. Time is up, and I’m still searching.

Running out of time, we’re only dream catchers. We’re walking beneath the same sky, yet we’re out of sync. Moving through phases, bound by circumstance. The iris of the future, a blurry timeline, would rushing make a difference?