Something is wrong with me.  I know this to my bones.   I experience time differently.  It just feels like if I was alone for a day the day feels like only 5 hours long.  This is a great problem because my frustrations can not be expressed when everything must be achieved within 5 hours.  For so long I fought to make it work but gave up eventually. I just let time be and ride along in these weird winds. Lost in time and space I go no where by choice.  I know what is happening and I just could care less now.  Time is finite for us all and this universe is complete with mysteries.  I must adapt and live with life has made of me.  If I could move I would join others to break me of this prison, the walls are just too complete.  When they rarely open I go.  But I know my return is a solitary one.  Oddly if feels natural, it is my necessity to move at the same rate as society which creates the peril. I go crazy trying to relate but I just can't ever seem to merge.  I am always outside of everyone and everything.  Everyone's concerns seems petty while they struggle to make long a life which extinguishes in a blink.  I feel saddened by their claims.  Making life difficult much harder than if it ever had to be and make survival a test.  What we have is so delicate so fleeting and we have made a mockery of it. I value my life.  I value my time.  I simply want to be left alone so that I could move naturally through this space.  Why can't the individualities of billions in randomness not achieve. Our passions. Our hobbies.  Our loves is our labor which supplies the needs of demand.  We need no motivation.  No incentives.  No rewards.   We must do what we love in our own rhythm outside of clock calendar and currency to do what must be done.  That is a true civilization.   Until that day comes people like me will never fit in.  We are always moving wrongly, out of time and of place.  I know something is wrong with me, maybe you too to your bones feel something is wrong too.