time's moving too fast. and it blurs like glass. too fast for me to hold. i blink and i'm old. but the sunset's still gold. but the wind doesn't blow. so the clouds don't move. they've got nothing to prove. time's moving too fast. and the people stare. oh, the people glare. eyes like syrup that runs slow. with their eyes that glow. embers hot and heavy. deep orange and heady. burn like headlights. and im the deer that bristles in fright. stuck like traffic, stiff like static. i wonder what i can do to be seen as moveable. i wonder what i can do to be, but it's not provable. so i pixelate, pixelate. disintegrate, disintegrate. and turn into particles. those useless articles. and suddenly the atoms i'm made of can be seen. the pieces of me settle in the dust and i fit right in. and i blend and blend. and the people still stare. i feel it on the back of my neck like the wind when it blows a single hair. i turn and they smile with their teeth that gleam. cold like ice, glacial and mean. i feel my pupils contract and freeze in my eyes. i feel my pupils contract, and they shrink in size. only a minute has passed and i can feel the blood run slower in my...