Time, Only Time

"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me."

Time is a silly, silly thing.

Have you ever noticed how time changes depending on what's coming up?

Sometimes time moves too slowly for me. I get excited. I can't wait. That's all I'm doing. Waiting. Waiting for someone to change me. Waiting for my life to start. Waiting to see what happens next. Waiting. And I can't wait anymore. I might explode from all this waiting. I'm tired of waiting. 

Sometimes time moves too fast for me. I get anxious. I want it to stop. What will happen? What if it changes me? What if my life passes by, and I've missed it? What happens next? I don't want to know. I don't want tomorrow to come. I might not make it. I'm too scared.

There must be a time for everything. A time for the good. A time for the bad. I guess neither one of them can last forever. Even if both of them last for a while. I have to let the good times go. Endure the bad times. And just pray to God that everything will be even itself out.