I live by minutes now. Not hours, nor days, but minutes. And those minutes are like seconds, and the days feel like hours. I blink, takes too much time. I read, five hours go by. Where did my time go? I’m not here right now. I’m still back there in the past. I am still a child. I cannot be eighteen, it doesn’t feel right. Innocence, did I ever know you? Did you ever leave? I’m standing still. Stay with me.
This is written beautifully. I relate to this feeling so much and I thank you for posting this. Innocence is one of the worst things to lose and sometimes you don’t even notice when you do. One day you just know it is gone and the world has been exposed in front of your eyes. Now you have to face it and all you can think about is how things used to be. Some people run from the past and some people live in it. Either way just know that today you aren’t alone in this feeling.