Consumed. Overwhelmed.

Consumed.
Time, a concept I’ve lost the meaning of.
Life, falling apart around me.

Clothes, books, memories, all strewn across the floor.
The present, now the past.

Where did it all go?
Hiding, only to be discovered when least expected.

Overwhelmed.
Time, now something I have too much of.
Life, still falling, quickly losing my grasp of reality.

My room, still a mess, no motivation to pick it back up again.
The present, full of unwanted lasts.

When did I grow up?
Hiding, from a future that came too quick.