Time passes really fast, so fast that I forget all my dreams, heartbeats, thoughts, and future. So fast that I can only silently pack a small bag, which only contains napkins, keys, and mobile phones, but they are the physical evidence that proves that I went to work today, not my partners. So fast that I can only talk to myself. It's so strange. Have I seen it before? Late at night I will reflect, but I have no choice but to think, hey, is this all I want?