I hadn’t slept in two weeks.
My breakup with Suzzy had left me with a sense that time had become unhinged.
I drifted between imagination and reality.
Between past and present with increasing ease.
I could feel the bolts of time slowly coming away from the breakup.
Time manipulation is not a precise science.
Like any art, it’s personal to the individual.
So what is the art of making my shift go so fast?
I imagine the opposite.
That time is frozen.
I imagine the remote control for life has been paused.
Within this frozen world, I’m able to walk freely and unnoticed.
Nobody would even know that time had stopped.
And when it started back up again, the invisible join would be seamless except for a slight shudder.
Not unlike the feeling of somebody walking over your grave.
That moment when you see someone walking down the street who is so beautiful that you just can’t help but stare…
Well, imagine as I do, that with the world on pause it becomes very easy to understand the concept of beauty.
To have it frozen in front of you.