with everything moving forward, excitement of others, anticipation from some, and hesitation from many, i feel nothing. it's not quicksand, nor cement, or even baggage. it's just, nothing. and sometimes, the worst feeling, is to not feel. to be acutely aware of how blissfully ignorant you were before. and yet, nothing. when everything and nothing collides, anything is plausible. the world isn't moving faster than me, i'm just in reverse, in slow motion. and absolutely tardy with my punctuality. maybe, it's precisely because i think, therefore i am not.