I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.
It’s not your fault but you learned to measure success by money and possessions. It’s just not the right way to live. And when I say we’re alone, we’re alone. Life is only on Earth, and not for long. Forgive.