Tick tock, tick tock.
I never use this thing anymore.
It's quite sad really.
Me being the lover of writing that I am, you'd think I'd make more time for this.
But the thing is, there just isn't any time these days.
Time.
I'm definitely running out of it...whatever it is.
It's such a vague yet daunting thing, time.
It comes and goes too quickly.
What is it? Where is it? How much do I need? How much to I have?
Blah.
So much of our energy is focused on that strangely simple yet profound thing.
Time.
Leave me alone.
I'm running away and trying to catch up all at the same time.
It's easier to just ignore it, but then it always ends up hitting me again.
And concentrating on it can be just as frustrating.
I don't want to face it, but I know, eventually, I have to.
Time.
You suck.
Thank you.
Why?
Did I really just devote an entire entry to my inner conflict with my future, present, and past?
Well, there's another waste of well-spent time.
It's quite sad really.
Me being the lover of writing that I am, you'd think I'd make more time for this.
But the thing is, there just isn't any time these days.
Time.
I'm definitely running out of it...whatever it is.
It's such a vague yet daunting thing, time.
It comes and goes too quickly.
What is it? Where is it? How much do I need? How much to I have?
Blah.
So much of our energy is focused on that strangely simple yet profound thing.
Time.
Leave me alone.
I'm running away and trying to catch up all at the same time.
It's easier to just ignore it, but then it always ends up hitting me again.
And concentrating on it can be just as frustrating.
I don't want to face it, but I know, eventually, I have to.
Time.
You suck.
Thank you.
Why?
Did I really just devote an entire entry to my inner conflict with my future, present, and past?
Well, there's another waste of well-spent time.