I'm over light speed: proving theories, dipping in and out of fluctuations in gravity, ducking through wormholes; multidimensional. I miss subtle changes, get lost in the rhythmic advance of calendar squares: pen events, forget details. I watch faces age, hairs grow grey, but I feel like I've evaded becoming jaded. My heart hasn't aged. My soul still aches to play. I'll break the mold set for my age/ignore the norms. These expectations I push them away. But I can't ignore the past when pulled from photos, film or digital folders. Light speed! The truth in focus: realizing life's momentum.