बेत्वीं थे क्लौड्स

Between the drizzle and the sunshine my senses are turned upside down. Sleeping feels like working - clocking in and out, waiting for the second hand to tick over that precise spot, to wake up and count how many hours I have been lucidly dreaming; waking hours feel dreamlike - I'm floating, my sense of time so blurred it translates into my physical being. So many times I've wished for more hours in the day. More time to draw, more time to breathe, more time to wish for more time.