Sync
It is like the world is out of sync. Flickering in front of my eyes. Beat, beat, beat, skip, repeat. I try to grab hold of it with my mind. That sensation. Clarity for just a fraction of a second. Old thoughts that resurface. So much more to life... Like a dream you suddenly remember. Standing there at the edge of the building, knowing that if this is not a dream, I will most certainly die. It is just a dream. Beat, beat, beat...