Speed of my mind.

I know I'm thinking too fast again, like a warped intervene of trains coming at me. You see it coming, it's blinding then sublimes. Layers and layers, dematerialise. You couldn't move, then again, you wouldn't if you could. Like letting yourself fall because it made you feel alive. With every contradiction, a void of substance. And I remember those instances, how forever receded into a moment, how in those mere seconds it hit me. So hard that I will never forget. Imprinted right to the very core of my mind. Always, all ways.

I swear we were fathomless.