My Heart: A Collection Of Poetry And Short Stories

Time

use to always watch the clocks..
On long nights when I couldn't sleep, on the day before summer break. I always wanted time to just fly by. I didn't realize that watching time made it slower.
After clocks I would sleep my days away. Grades dropping. Eyes tired. Anything to get out of the hell we call school.
Then one year the days started flying by. I started losing track of time. What day of the week it was. For some reason I decided I didn't want time to go by anymore. I was finally scared of the unknown.
I was scared of what it would be like to just suddenly not be a kid.

Then I wasn't a kid anymore. Time slowed again.
Stress.
Worry.
Exhaustion.
It all caught up to me.
All I could do was await until my time no longer slowed or quickened.
I had wasted my time away. My life away, simply hoping it would just hurry up and be interesting. But in the end.

My time stopped..