Collateral Beauty

TIME

"Time is the most unknown of all unknown things" 

– Aristotle

Time. Time. Time. 

Always on the move. Always in a rush. 

Yet, sometimes, so slow. 

Time is fickle. I could never tell if he was on my side. When happiness knocks on my door, he speeds on by, laughing along with me, rejoicing, but ignorantly ruining all the fun. Yet, when sadness makes a visit, he slows himself down, waiting in front of you door for sadness to leave. 

I can never tell if time is my friend or enemy. 

Time. 

Do you care? 

When I'm sad and I lay in bed crying, waiting for the pain in my chest to leave and the next day to arrive, why do you seem so slow? 

Do you care? 

When I finally see a ray of hope. When I spend time with the ones I love and am having the best moments of my life, why do you leave so quickly? 

I'm always worrying about you. Aware of you; aware of your presence and value. You hold so much control, over me, my actions but most of all, I'm afraid of you. 

The first time I became aware of your presence was also the first time I encountered your friend death. 

My grandfather was a victim of your mysterious friend and silently he took him away.  

Time. 

You were there with me when I made memories with him. Memories that I will cherish forever but you decided to leave too quickly. You made me believe that you would stay, maybe not forever, but for much longer than you did. I wasn't ready for you to leave. I wasn't ready for you to leave and I didn't want you to stay for such a short time. 

But I don't think you cared.

That's why time, you're fickle. 

You move at your own pace, without the regard of others or their situations. 

I just wish you cared.

Stay a little longer when I'm happy. 

Leave a little quicker when I'm sad. 

Always on the move. Always in a rush. 

Time. Time. Time.