I’ve been in the middle of day dreaming and being frustrated that I don’t have the time to make my dreams come true.
I wait and yet in the waiting I’m planning.
I live my day to day life and yet in the living I’m fantasizing.
At night I dream about my dreams.
And I take small, tiny baby steps towards living with no regrets.
Time is againts me and I hear the ticking clock pounding in my head and heart. Sometimes I want it to stop, sometimes rewind and sometimes fast forward.
I am somehow in the middle of the present and the future and it overwhelms and complicates my desires.
Maybe I’m walking slowly, maybe I’m standing still or maybe I’m about to take off running. Just like in this picture, it’s often hard to tell which one of the three I’m doing. And at any given moment it changes.