Time is moving exponentially faster than it ever has before.  Is it me, or is it time that is changing?  Am I only just now fully grasping the concept of an hourglass, how quickly each grain of sand falls to the bottom and relinquishes it's purpose?  As I progress in life the months seem to become shorter, the hours pass by without a sound, and the years blend into one long childhood that never even began.  I'm too young to feel like I'm missing out on something, and too inept to understand exactly what it is.  Life is not a ticking time bomb, life is not a countdown, life is not a calendar full of X's and lists and memories frantically penned into the square boxes.  I can't stop this, nothing can, it continues on and on until we give up and I don't ever want to give up.  So I run.  Blue skies bleed to gray on the highway as my rubber feet carry me to the next town - suspended in light between the evening and the sunrise - I am free.  This moment will never cease, when I feel the world is collapsing into my cage and my shoulders are far too weighed down to stand as tall as I'd like, I can remember this.  The curvature of the earth from the sound, the lights on the ferries reflected in the still water, the city becoming alive with light along with the natural rise.  Parked along a country road, watching it all unfold before me.  Time stops for nobody, for no thing, yet I can hold it in the palm of my hand here in this moment.  Nobody can take that from me.