My time races, my time stands still. My time is preciously pasting, my time is my prison. It is my pain and anguish. I am a young woman who feels lifeless and old. I feel like I have lived many times and feel exhausted. I feel impatient and unaccomplished. The time goes on without error, goes on without concern. It doesn’t wait nor judge. It doesn’t know you aren’t ready or prepared. It fades into the distance as it passes me by. People and life changes as time goes on. Some changes I was unprepared for and others I embraced. Time changed me and will continue to do so. My journey is time that vanishes, it is something I learn to except? Or something I continue to fight?
My One True Self