The Recollection of all Things @ 11:03 PM

My feet are cold, my hair is wet, and it doesn't feel like spring. The months have seemed like mere weeks actually, which scares me because I can't stop time at all. Or slow it down. And it's not like I can even distinguish days from other days if they happened so long ago. I'm just afraid of my life resulting in a long blur of faded pictures, stitched together but not dated.