TickTock

Time takes pleasure in kicking our asses. For even the strongest of us, it seems to play tricks. Slowing down... hovering until it freezes. Leaving us stuck in a moment, unable to move in one direction or the other. I feel like I'm moving in slow motion and everything around is moving so fast. I just want to go back to when things were normal, when I wasn't the poor me who never seems to stop messing up. But I am. So I can't. I'm just stuck, and there's all this pressure! 'Cause everyone's hovering around, waiting for me to do something or say something or flip out or yell or cry some more. And I'm happy to play my part. I'm happy to say the lines and do whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing if it would make everyone feel more comfortable. But I don't. I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to be this person. I don't know who this person is. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All, any of us can want more time. It's time to stand up, time to grow up, time to let go. It's time.