I have lived my days in the infinite, like the clock would never run out of minutes to tick.
Like the months and the years would never go by.
When asked of my age, I have mostly answered with a 16 and then corrected it with a calculation from 1992.
I have gazed at a physics problem like it was the only one in the three hour exam.
I have loved like I was already married.
I have looked at things till my eyes lost focus and then looked some more.
I have put off writing like I would always be a writer, no matter how long I went without writing a word.