She would give anything to be a normal person. Someone who didn’t feel every second like an hour, someone who actually understood what people said, what they meant, what they wanted. She didn’t get other people, like normal people got each other. For some time now, she had been aware of the abnormality of her mind. When other, normal, people lived their days like nothing was amiss, she felt every second like the stab of a knife, her mind rushing away like a high velocity train. Everything had to happen at once; only it didn’t. It took so long time that she was tired of it already before it had come to pass. Was it possible that she lived in some pocket of time where time passed differently? Could that be an explanation for her complete inability to interact with other human beings who lived according to how most normal people perceived time? Maybe she was just desperate for an explanation.
12.05.2010
The Rest is Silence
