Time for what I ask.

It's time for you to get your life together

Together ? I asked.

I am an infinite soul. A timeless being. I replied.

Yet

You age as every second passes and you grow with every movement I make. He explained. In as much as you're a timeless being you're also a depreciating self dying more and more as the winters pass away. There's a season for everything but you've been in winter hibernation 2 years running. When will the slumber end and your spring of new roots emerge.

But the darkness keeps me safe

Its just an illusion he replied. An illusion you've created for yourself yes.

No. It's how I've survived all this time.

Don't mistake your slumber for life. The dead leaves on a tree fall off and in the cold winters the seeds tremble and shake to remove all debris and create a new self.

When will you escape this cocoon you've created within ? You're bursting at the seams.

Father time all I'm asking for is more time.

But you see

There is no more time. The time is now.