Time moves much in a way we can anticipate it’s progress from day to day
as we go on our way. Skipping like a stone on my once placid pond with no choice now but to make waves. What is ever enough? Living like a dream in someone else’s head, middle of the night, when they wake up to find everything is different again, everything is different. I’m never one to fully understand the gravity of the situation, until I’m out of it, usually for the worse.