Time Going By, Finally Home

Yeah. It's crazy how time move. You blink and you miss whole

versions of yourself. Let me talk. Let me talk. Time going by and I barely

feel present. Clock tick loud but my mind still questioning. Like what did

I miss while I chase these checks? And who's still real when the

group chat dead? I've been caught in a loop of I'm good and maybe.

Trying to fix pain with a flight and a playlist. Trying to save

face while I lose foundation. But loving the rush, now I miss

that patience. Yeah, they say I changed, well,