"I smell somethin' burnin'" -----------------------------
I was a rushed person, a rushed child, no time for me, no place for me, no time to feel. No time for time. A slow song or a slow groove was like a friend who would wait for me; a guardian three steps ahead of me who would turn around and reach out their arm to me and wait for me to catch up… I’m here for you. A friend who had the time. --Bad Kitty
