Monday, September 26, 2011

Time

I blink. Blink again, but my eyes still sting and I'm still tired. No, I can't go to sleep. I'm not ready for tomorrow.
But, without my permission, a new day begins, right before my weary eyes.  Time keeps going. No matter how long I stare at it, it doesn't slow down. I can't stop its flow. It is content to pass me by and leave me behind, forcing upon me the unpleasant truth that I am barely a speck in its vast existence.
Wait, don't leave me behind. Don't destroy my illusion that time is mine to take. It hurts. It hurts to know that my continuance depends upon time, but time doesn't need me in order to continue. It is trapped by no one's grasp. Time entangles me.
I don't want to watch you pass, as a ghost watches the living and longs to be so. I want to leave things in the past, my own vapor trails. So, I jump into your rush, ready to live with what I am given, as long as it may last.

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