I move so fast that I don’t mourn.

I zoom right by it without it hurting me.

Onto the next thing.

But sometimes it just takes a while for it to hit me and when it does I feel it as if it just happened.

The emotion still there, just put away.

No time for emotion. I’m running out of time and there is no room for it.

There isn’t.

Onto the next thing.

But maybe one day I will be a happy old lady and look back and think: I should’ve taken my time.

Acknowledge life more.

Maybe.

7.20.21