time.
a social construct.
a figment of the imagination, yet it runs our entire lives. what would we be without time? disorganized, dysfunctional humans. but we are anyway.
what's the point?
time personified.
chaotic, cloudy, condescending.
time never has time for us. time for this time for that. when will i be enough for it? it's all about you, time.
i wake up hating you, i go to sleep when i think i've outlasted you. i wait for you, i beg for you to be something other than what you are.
i'm leaving now. only because you're better than me. you've bested my monotonous cycle.
i'll see you tomorrow, you fiend.
this gives me joe from you energy
