The fact that human vision is incredibly limited, and that things often happen much too fast for our brains to process, means that we miss so much of the world around us, though modern technology can help.

Poem/Lyrics.

A short poem by Jacob Peacock about vision "freeze framing" and perceiving glimpses of the future.

I woke up at three AM panting so I penned my dream to go back to sleep.

A poem about time.

Thank you for your attempts not fall in love with me.

<3.

The opposite side of fast-forward (Type A) people; are there advantages to their lifestyle?

A poem written by myself at the very start of a new relationship, very soon after leaving a very abusive relationship in which I was abused for three years.

This is how I feel most of the time. I struggle to get going and at the same time trying to tell people what is going on, but I feel that I speaking in a different language and being misunderstood most of the time. Never really going forward, but not stopping completely either. I have no controll over time.