Time.

The clock stares at me

I barely even notice it. 

I forget the past

I live in the present

And the future doesn’t torment me. 

This is it. 

These, 

are the memories I will eternally desire to come back to

Just for an instant. 

The clock stares at me

I glare back at it. 

I despise it. 

No, 

I loathe it. 

The past is my biggest burden. 

The present flies away with wings made of my own torment. 

The future is something I never wish to lay my eyes upon. 

I hate time. 

I hate how it moves. 

I hate how it tricks those who have it, 

and those who don’t. 

I hate how powerless it can make one feel, 

how it cannot be controlled by the human mind. 

I wish to captivate everything in my soul.

I wish to pause life in the instant I forever want to recall. 

I wish for life to be just one moment, 

perhaps the best moment one could ever live. 

The clock stares at me

I smile back at it. 

Time has now consumed my essence.

It runs through my veins like a raging river, 

all the way to my heart. 

I have learned from the past. 

I cherish the present. 

And I leave the future in the hands of whoever truly has power over it. 

Not everything must be remembered. 

Some things are meant to be forgotten, 

for indeed we are human, 

and the human mind works in extraordinary ways. 

The most important memories, 

the experiences which have made us who we are, 

those we will forever remember, 

for those are the only ones that truly matter. 

But everything else, 

everything we believe we must bear, 

that is nothing if not futile in our minds, 

and so they are eternally engraved in our souls. 

-A.