I don't live here in the present. I live in the future, where I imagine how things are going to be. I live in the past where I remember how things were. I don't live in the present.
Sometimes I might find my way to the present. And then it becomes too clouded and smoggy that I'm forced back to my future, or past.
I don't live here. This is no place for me. I need a time machine.
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