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During the days where all I feel is dread I long for milestones like an age that proves how far I’ve come and how far I’ve yet to go. Moving forward through time has always been easy for me; every day sends a new message on how to count the spaces between my steps. The reality of that distance can equate to three years, or five, or seven, depending on your view: (You need to have an understanding with odd numbers) Things get lost in translation if you move too fast. Just like us. One day I dreamed of having a heart on the right side of my chest because my spine was acting like a mirror, but there was still a hole where something was whenever I looked through me. In this dream I was a ghost that didn't question anything. But I felt everything. Sometimes you find the answer when you think you’re two steps ahead, when really, you’re one step behind yourself.