Scabbing Wounds
Time has stopped. Well, either that, or it's moving repulsively slow. I honestly think that time is one of the most maddening elements of daily human existence. Too fast, too slow. Waiting for it to catch up like a drunk friend who's lost the way, or pushing it behind you, like memories too painful to speak of. I guess the reason I'm so annoyed is that the clock runs our lives. Rushing off, avoiding interludes where life really may not be as shitty as it feels. No one taking time out for themselves. To stop from forgetting who they are, or to really understand who others are either. Instead, we get caught up in menial bullshit because everyone is so PRESSURED, they've lost the ability to rationalize. I'm not saying that I'm excluded from this majority, I just wish I didn't act this way. And maybe it's just me, and people are functioning on this inconceivably perfect level with time.....
Maybe I'm the only one who's fucked.
Maybe I'm the only one who's fucked.