Time can be a tricky thing. I find sometimes I'm so involved in every moment of my life thinking/dwelling on it that time can either go by quickly or slowly. Like the hours following a break up can seem to crawl by that you feel yourself being consumed by it. Then, a conversation with someone that you have been thinking about can go by in an instant that you have to really think how it happened and what you said.
Sometimes I get lost in the days. They all seem to meld into one. I have to really think what day it is. I just know through routine what days to get up for work at 6am and what days i have free for seeing bands. In a day i can go through so many feelings thoughts that it makes the time seem longer than it is.
Tonight I looked at my agenda and saw the bands names written on dates, shifts I worked for the month and other events to remember. The names of the bands always give me a memory jog of where I was in my personal life. I remember who I was with and how I felt. There in front of me in my handwriting with black ink (only black ink) I saw the start and finish of something that could have been something. Someone who could have been my someone.
