If given the chance to defy nature, I'd wind back my aging pocketwatch and relive my life have the chance to be a completely different me. I'd take back as much of my words as possible, erase my actions, and lead my life in a safer direction. I'd rewind my song, re-sing it, and listen to it in a different way, from another point of view. I'd blow away the clouds so the sun could shine. I'd look for more answers, discover as much about life as possible, become wise and smart and brave, and everything I wasn't before. I'd refill my hourglass with sand. Get around to the little things I never had time to finish before.
Now, I had all the time in the universe. Time ran like electricity through my fingertips. I was Time. My bank of Time was overflowing, crushing me, so I had to spend more of it. Time was my unlimited resource. I had enough of it, quite literally, for forever. Time twisted through me. I could never get enough.
In real life, however, Time is always running out. I have a limited amount of sand left inching its way through my hourglass. This life is my only chance, my only strike, my only time. And then it's over before I realized it passed.
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