loss of perspective

Days slip away - and I find I can't remember anyone's name, anymore. The sun crept up on me and I don't think I was expecting it. It stays around long enough that there is no hiding in the dark of night anymore - no solitude of blackness. I wonder sometimes if we'll make it home, if our tireless efforts to make headway on the constant lag will pay off. I'm teetering on the edge of insanity with a smile on my face, because there is no stopping in this race. Still so much to absorb with so little time to really let it set. So much room to grow, but yet it feels like the walls are closing in around me some days. Even now, as I sit and try and regurgitate all that it stuffed inside of my head - I am beckoned and required elsewhere. So little time for this mind of mine, so little time. And so I will go, and this will wait - and days will pass before I realize how much I have to say, how much I need to let it rest and watch it grow.