I wish time wouldn’t live up to its name sometimes. It runs when there’s no need and slows when I can’t handle it any longer. The tic toc tic … tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc drives me bonkers sometimes. In a silent room, that’s all there is to that. I wish we could’ve had a nice chat over coffee, but its hands are bound, its feet running. My future, unspoken of. So I sit here not knowing who I can be or what is to be made of me. Mold me like clay but don’t destroy me. I’m already shattered.
Lately, I seem to be fighting for more time. Like I’m running against it, constantly trying to get ahead of it, constantly trying to run by it, side by side. We never seem to have enough time on our hands. It seems like we do, only to realize it has slipped through our fingers, escaping us by a mere second.