Time Capsule

One day your hair is black, the next day it's blue. When I was four I wanted to be a rock star and today I'm lucky if I know what I want for breakfast. Things are constantly changing outside and I'm looking at it through my window. I'm in a time capsule. The fragments of time I'm in the real world aren't enough. There's too much to catch up with. The air outside tastes funny. The hairs on my neck stand up when the sun hits it and I'd forgotten how amazing that feels. As fast as I remember, I'm shoved back in my capsule to dwell on the memories I try so hard to revive. I lay in bed waiting for my dreams to get the best of me as I slowly become more and more like the Mad Hatter.