23 star-crossed vs. The Time
I'll start this with questions "In any sense, how does the time plays through your eyes? Does it hug you in its loving dance or does it hung a lure that hooks your lungs?"
I was 13 when I laughed at untied lace of my running shoes, until I blinked and realised that I'm out of breath as 23. I thought maybe time is not something worth running against to, but who am I kidding? Time is something so unbeatable, while this 23 star-crossed soul who's quite limping keeps bargaining for a balanced pace--he is trying, putting a trust on his running shoes.
Silly don't you think? To persist here, in one circle, with the unbeatable concept, always thinking that I can pace up with it. Does it ever haunts you? When memories, future, dreams, and goals are all linked by time and you don't have know idea how it will unravel in front of you.
As someone who does not really enjoy a warning sign, time does frighten me. For years until now, every time I can't sleep at night I will check on my loved ones, analyzing their breathing pace at their sleep because I'm full of worries: what if Time took them away from me and decide that it's okay for them to lose while I'm still running with Time? Cruel. What if Time is unmerciful and crushed all my well-planned dream that I've built these past years? What if Time was already there putting a yellow ribbon to mark my finishing line while I'm still 5.000 steps away from everything I'm longing for? Crazy.
Time is the ultimate enemy. How do you beat it?
At least that's what I think for now, it might hug me on the dance floor, later, sooner, only time will tell.
I wrote this while Candour and If I Get High pierce my confusion.
