What time is it in Baku (essay)

I can hear every creek in the floor from down below. Down below, it’s okay to be okay and you don’t need to pretend anymore. How much longer will the fight continue to last. I look at my family and I don’t want to look like them. I want to be separate. I want to be my own person and I am, I swear but I wish that everything about me was (for lack of a better word) separate. How many more people will have my name and how long will it be until I have to change mine. How long will this scene last. I’m yawning and I’m bored and I’m writing this piece in the middle of what could be very important but actually is not. We’re bored and will you get to the point? I’ll speak for him and I’ll speak for her because I’m in a rush right now. When I’m in a rush I don’t feel like myself. When I’m in a rush I turn into someone I don’t know very well. Patience is easy but sometimes I get in a rush and I’m human and people will feel the way they do and I have to be okay with not being liked one hundred percent of the time. Right Deej? I know a girl named Frances whom I’ve never met. Isn’t that funny. To be friends through a friend through a friend who follows me on the internet. She used to comment on my writing and Frances, it’s okay that I haven’t heard from you in a while but I love you and thank you and I hope you are doing what you need to do to put yourself first. Everything is clicking and everything is making sense. The kind of sense that comes with age and experience. The officer asks you questions that make you second guess. Like why doesn’t he trust me or do I not look deceivable enough, or what’s my favorite food or what time is it in Baku? C’mon you should know this by now, you get paid millions and you’ll be on your way to Montreal soon. Oh, here we go. It’s picking up. The man and the woman made eye contact and I think they’re about to kiss. I’m typing mad speed because my brain is quicker than my pen and also because one man and one woman is so been there, done that. What a gift it is to wake up and realize the why about things and the how about things.