Our Time

We count the minutes. We count the hours. We count the days.

The older we get the more we keep track. But relief comes from lack of sleep. The time starts to slow until it begins to bleed together. The time gets lost to us, as we begin to live one continuous night and day cycle. In that short sleep deprived state, we feel infinite. Time loses meaning and we become hyper observant. The world becomes still, as we capture the moments. The moments become like polaroids. It's a brief time to notice the beauty and complexity of this world, to be all things and to be nothing at the same time.