Things I should've learned in math class but didnt

There's a hole in the fabric of my universe Sometimes I slip inside and zip it up Time loses meaning here no future, no past The present in this space is only an imaginary playground between the two Life isn't linear Moments of laughter, moments of pain float around me in their bubbles Feelings are relics stacked on shelves where I can seperate them from myself I have thoughts about the dust but this is my space, and my collection Away from the world and its deadlines Alone with my musings And you Always you