System of Time

I hate the system of time. I hate how it drags, how it slows. I hate how it passes, how it flies. There'll be a point in time where I want nothing more but to fast track my way through, only to then reach my metaphorical destination and wish upon every single star in the stretch of sky for there to be a way to stop time, just for a minute, for a day or two. But "time passes, even when it seems impossible, even when each tick of the clock aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes evenly, in strange lurches and dragging dulls, but pass it does. Even for me." And you can't hold on to anything forever; it'll leave you, and as upsetting as it sounds, that's what forces us to be passionate about life and the beauty within it - the idea that we know time is forever passing, forever inevitable, and forever untouchable. So we learn to embrace. But I do wish to believe in all the time travel theories out there, I do hope to believe that there could be some crazy way to revisit your past.