Slow Down
slow down.
it’s going too fast.
the jeans are my only possession
from that past.
slow down.
you’re moving much quicker than me,
and i am struggling to see,
banging my head in a dream.
slow down.
in my rooms,
reading some runes,
something about the sonic boom.
slow down.
you’re telling the facts way too fast.
i cannot keep up.
it’s never caught,
and it’s tiring me out.
slow down.
it’s all going too fast:
the weeks, the days,
this newfound electronic phase.
slow down,
slow down,
slow down,
slow down for me.
James Garratt — Friday 1st August 1997 (Aged 22)
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Slow Down – Written Friday 1st August 1997 (Aged 22)
I hope things are at a more manageable pace for you now
I think the intensity changes now – now life / time passes by, I think when you’re young there is an overload of emotions. I don’t think anything feels like it does when you’re young
Nothing compares to youth