#tsparallels

time is a constant fleeting thing, it keeps slipping away, but we’re stuck in a cycle of reliving it, we’re always reminiscing till it becomes the death of us, there is no time when you’re grieving because it is one long stretched out passage of time that feels never ending, like there’s no light at the end of the tunnel, like the fast moving flickering lights in the tunnel are blinding you and you just want to shut your eyes and sit in the dark for a second, but the car keeps moving, and now you have motion sickness.