Time

Time has seemed to pass fast lately. Fast, but it seems like I wasn’t able to fill every second to the potential I had. I feel like I’m living wrong and missing something that has changed everything. Just one aspect was altered and now I feel like I haven’t been living everything right. It seems like empty space�"-this strange time. Nothing gives me the sastifaction that I did everything I could to make it worth while. Nothing seems to give me the feeling that I wouldn’t trade anything for something else.

Has it ever occured that�"with that missing aspect in place�"everything could change?Everything?You see, in the cold where I reside in my thoughts to occupy me, rewind the clock. Just slip back in time a few weeks. It seemed like there were neverenoughseconds in a minute. Never enough minutes in an hour.

Time passed by fast, as well. The difference was: every little moment was lived fully. It wasn’t empty�"in fact, it was practially boiling over. Each second is pouring into the next and there’s something there. Something deep within me; deep within my pounding heart and aching ribs. A little voice that says I wouldn’t�"ever�"change those seconds, those minutes.

Present seems never enough for what I want. There’s too much time on my hands and nothing to fill it with. Or, at least, nothing to actually fill it to the brim with. That’s what I need. In the end, I think it’s what we all need.