day one hundred thirty-nine: when?

when did this become

some silly popularity contest?

some silly beauty game?

when did this become

this, this, fake thing

that isn't pure like it once was

who made it this way?

can we ever take it back?

and make it that happy

because i don't think

we are powerful enough

to bring it back

from such a torn and stained

state of being.

day one hundred-twelve: time for me.

time for me

to liberate

to live

to love

to lie

time for me

to find

to flee

to forget

to fly

time for me

to escape

to emancipate

to examine

to elaborate

time for me

to be.

day ninety-eight: the quicker.

the days

just sliding by

quicker

and quicker

the hours

slide through the glass

without

a second glance

in anyone's direction.

the comfort

has gone away

quicker

and quicker

the warmth

from our smiles has faded

without

anyone at all noticing

but me.

day sixty: time won't stop.

"time is gonna go by anyways

no matter what you do, or do not do..."

a valid

simple

amazingly plain truth.

it's been said

"time waits for no man"

and "time flies

when you're having fun."

but what happens

when man is just passing time by

and what about when

you're being miserable and praying for a good time?

time still goes on,

things still happen,

and time wasted

is time that will never return

just as time well spent

is nothing but a memory.

time will go by anyways

you might as well fill it

with something meaningful.

day fifty-nine: time.

please,

don't go

wait,

we had plans!

why are you running

so quickly away?

why are you slipping

right through tightly clasped fingers?

because that

is your "job"

always moving

always changing things

forcing people

to make sacrifices...

well, what about

me?

i've sacrificed

but not enough,

i'll admit,

i miss you.

i miss having so much of you.

and so little of you.

so i'll stop wasting you:

i'll make a list

right now

and you'll make all those dreams come true.

thanks, Time, for not waiting on me

but making me run to catch up

to you.