Time

Time just seems to be slipping away. I don't know what it is but I feel like I have no grasp of time whatsoever.

I suppose things are getting better but every time I say that, I backslide. Will I ever have enough time to do everything I want to do?

For some reason the word incessant comes to mind. Not sure what it is... time is very obviously incessant. I suppose it's the constant push of time and the constant reminder that the clock is ticking. It's quite unfortunate really. I wish I could stop time now. At this point in my life. Not everything is perfect. But I like where things are going. Eh. I wonder if it's a fear of the future. Or perhaps things just pass by me too quickly. Hm.