Time just gets away from me. There's a certain fear watching the seconds tick by. My heart skips every time the 9 turns into an 8, the 8 turns into a 7. Eventually everything gets to zero and suddenly the world explodes in your face.
There was so much. So much I wanted to be. But then I turn around and see the muchness has rusted and the dreams start to disintegrate.
But then. Surprises.
Perhaps...the world is better if it keeps turning.
To be frozen in an eternally perfect world...Maybe the smiles will turn painful and I'll forget what it's like to be truly happy. To rush and chase after the seconds and minutes and hours and days. Provides more cardiovascular activity. Meh.