moving too fast to see, to feel

It was one of those days,
today that went so fast that it was hard to feel. But, it also stabbed me with pain. One of thoses days filled with mixing colours and sewing up pillows but, hurt with not knowing about printing photos and what my place is. One of thoses days that slush made me walk slower and it felt good. A day with shared pancakes and not enough time for tea. A day with wondering why I go to the orphanage, when it makes more sense to reflect on how many different ways you can create an object. It's been a day with pizza for dinner, a bath for dessert, and on the computer for more work. One of those days that moves so fast. Oh, storm of life, please slow down. I'd like to smell the drawn rose flowers using the "Ms. Evonne, that machine is smart!"(Overhead projector).


I suppose when I look back on this day, it wasn't that it was so fast, it was that I didn't get to feel more bits of each part.
More bits of the joy of the children sewing for their first time.
More bits of mixing colors.
More bits of realizing that she said I'm sorry.

..."How can I keep from singing"