Time, I need you to stop. Or pause, at least. So I can take a deep breath and relax. I need to take it all in, absorb the happenings around me. You are ahead, speeding.
I have fallen behind. My own fallacies are to be blamed for it. Yet, I wish that this was possible. A way to pause time. Take a break. Call in sick and not worry about time chasing ahead.
But time doesn’t just go by. It also throws things at you. Nasty, unexpected pieces of drama when least expected. Like that garbage truck back home, filled to its brim but speeding ahead like a tiny hatchback, spilling trash on its path. Time goes by too fast, leaving no chance to perceive what just hit us in the face.
Two months have gone this year. Time has just hit and run.