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The
sun was still bright for now. Elbows propping my chin, I gazed levelly at the horizon.
Thought about time.
If
I’d a concept of it, as a child, I imagined there was all the time in
the world. It was limitless. Seconds, minutes, days, months, years. Infinity.
Everything
was fresh and first timey and thrilling. I twirled untroubled with arms
flung wide open to expanses. That’s how I recall time feeling. When I was young.
As
I got older, impatience crept in and time seemed to saunter. Everything took
time. Ugh! More time than I wanted like Christmas coming. A boyfriend’s phone
call. That first kiss. Going away to school. Growing up. And I wistfully wished
it away for better things yet to come.
What
a mistake that was because, then, time began to crawl amidst things like jobs
and bills and responsibilities. Seemed bogged down, sometimes stagnant, except for the
moments directly in front of me and things to be dealt with.
I
picked up a handful of sand and watched it slip through my fingers like an
hourglass.
Time
bounds and dashes now instead of carefree pirouetting or lackadaisically
passing or dragging on even. It hardly pauses. No longer feeling linear but like a
merry-go-round someone keeps propelling.
Not letting me off. Not one foot. Not even for a second.
Pushing harder and faster and lustier.
The view is blurry because it doesn't stop.
Slow the hell down.
‘Round and ‘round and 'round.
Slow the hell down.
Not letting me off. Not one foot. Not even for a second.
Pushing harder and faster and lustier.
The view is blurry because it doesn't stop.
Slow the hell down.
‘Round and ‘round and 'round.
Slow the hell down.
I can hear it whir.
Slow the hell down.
And I'm dizzy.
So
I step off.
Time
is my companion.
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33-333
words for the third definition of:
1: one that
accompanies another : comrade, associate; also:
one that keeps company with another
2obsolete : rascal
