I'll tell you this much: insecurity is a bitch.

Time is just an illusion, no?

It passes by the slowest when you want things to end.
It slips from your grips when you try to hold it the tightest.

Sometimes everything around you moves too fast, changes.changes.changes.
and you're still the same old person.
you look around and aren't able to make out your surroundings.it is all but a chaos of images and colors.
the faces around you changes, you see others move ahead, and you are still stuck at the same old spot.
The scenes that unfold before you switch rapidly, plot by plot, dramas by dramas,bewildered, you barely had time to process them, you finally gets one scene and the second you blink your eye, it's over, brief, fleeting.
changes.changes.changes.
and still the same you.