Time goes a different pace in different places. Some places you come back to, and you feel that time has been busting along at a terrific rate and that all sorts of things will have happened – and changed.

– Agatha Christie –

Will it ultimately reach the clear surface of my consciousness, this memory, this old, dead moment which the magnetism of an identical moment has travelled so far to importune, to disturb, to raise up out of the very depths of my being? I cannot tell. Now that I feel nothing, it has stopped, has perhaps gone down again into its darkness, from which who can say whether it will ever rise?

– Marcel Proust –

Heavy hangs the fear in your heart

Like cinder blocks crushing your chest

It’s a prison break, escape from the dark

This is my world

Oh, you took a wrong turn

Now you’re stuck in my world

Trust me, this gonna hurt

Fire it up, and watch it burn

This is my world

Can you feel it coming alive?

Daylights turning into the nights

Locked up for the rest of your life

Step it up l, get ready to fight …

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Esterly ft. Austin Jenckes – This is my world