I begin to fear time. If I die, time would make me sleep, for a long long time. That scares me. Not being aware scares me. I don't want to be trapped in a black hole of time when I'm in the wondering process.
I hate and love time. I like counting a minute but hate to waste counting on it. I hate that it is too fast for my liking and love it cause of the events inside it. I hate it too slow but love it when it is in the moment. The thing about time is like something you hold but you really can't hold because it slips away or slows down or turn. Time is scary.
