Breath held, eyes shut--are we at the bottom looking up, or floating on top looking down, maybe stuck inbetween the seams? In dreams, the slower I flow, the longer I sleep; the faster I go, the more I experience. Is this what it’s like to travel at the speed of light, where my pace is altered by the different densities of reality's dimensions? Each thought, once conceived, reaches its destination instantly, yet is experienced at the rate I'm slowed.

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