Time.

Short, Not sure if it's what I was trying to exsplain I like it anyway tho.

Each twitch of the second hand aches through my head.

Passing like blood under a forming bruise.

Everything I have.

Is everything I could  loose.

Time passes too slow as I sit here alone.

Yet it passes fast.

I just never know.

My mind cant think straight.

I'm trying to debate.

Do i listen to my mind?

Or is this all completley fake?

If I screw up the best thing ever.

It will be something I will regret forever.

Yet I know time will pass,

Sickeningly slow.

yet viciously fast.

Creating this blur in my mind.

This memory in time.

 

 

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

You words paint such a picture of time's effect on us... sometimes it rushes past... sometimes it seems to stop... and it plays with our heads like that... What an absolutely amazing, vivid write!