Time can fly
Time is a funny thing.
The way time can fly or sit still for a period of time.
The way you can sit in class and it feels like an eternity,
but when you’re sitting all alone it moves by so fast.
I don’t know why.
When you’re stressing everything moves in slow motion.
When you feel like time might go by faster it won’t.
When time truly needs to move fast it’ll stop.
Waiting for the time to start back up.
I’m so tired and exhausted I need the time to start running again.
I can’t wait any longer in these painful conditions.
Why is the time like this?
So slow at one moment but the next it can be so fast.
Time truly can fly by.
If only time could fly like that during heart wrenching moments.
But no, let me sit in pain clutching my chest waiting for my time to come.
WHY, is it so slow?
Why am I still here with everyone around me in slowmo?
Around people who don’t care about me?
