I hate time. I wish it would stop.
I wish time would pause, take a break, and forget to restart.
I wish that the hands on the clock would inexplicably stop ticking their way through moments that will never come back and that the squares on every calendar were occupied with events that would never occur.
I wish that the future didn't exist so that my days with you were countless.
I wish that time would simply stop so that my life with you was endless.
Tag: Time
Simultaneously
Are memories formed within the exact moment we experience them?
Can a split second simultaneously become the past and present as the neurons in our brains try to differentiate between the now and then?
Are we able to remember the details of everything happening to us as if they have already happened?
How do we know where the timelines truly begin?
Or when the memories actually end?
Ignorance
When you learn a new word,
suddenly it's everywhere.
You see it appearing on signs
around your all too familiar town...
You hear it echoing from a stranger's
mouth in another room...
You suddenly notice it blatantly staring
back at you from the pages in a book
you've read five times before...
But it's not coincidental.
It's simply the ignorance
to what you've always overlooked
beginning to fade away.
One Hour
In sixty minutes the sharp cascade
of volatile thoughts will cease
and I'll no longer be gagging
on the anger trapped
in the back of my throat.
My illogical rage cannot be challenged
with basic breathing techniques
and mundane meditative counting.
My only remedy is time.
So give me one hour...
Sixty minutes...
3600 fucking seconds...
And then I'll be okay.
Time
I hate time. I wish it would stop. I wish time would pause, take a break, and forget to restart. I wish the hands on the clock would inexplicably stop ticking their way through moments that will never come back. I wish the squares on every calendar were empty with events that would never occur. I wish the air would still and the world would be deafened by the harshness of complete silence. I wish the details in my memory weren't diminished by days of mindless routines and mundane expectations. Yet... if time was gracious enough to stop... would there truly be a point in ever existing?
The Present
The present only exists for a single second. Everything prior is immediately the past, and everything further belongs to the future. But that's time... fleeting and relentless. Placing timelines on moments the second they've begun.
Slow-Motion
Fears of the future keep crossing my mind... So I ponder every way that I may slow the time.
Fading
I close my eyes
and try to picture
everything that
happened in those
moments...
But time has
already begun to
blur the details...
Dutifully and
without condolence.
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