I am having a war with time again.
It's 12:30 and i feel like the last 12 hours passed and left me behind.
I wish it was 12 hours ago again. I wish it was a year ago again. Or maybe 4 years ago again. I feel such an anxiety about time. I never used to feel this way, but i feel like amongst all the things that happened in the last three years, what I really lost in the end is not things, belongings, my apartment, people who resided within the walls, just time.
and now i have this loss that demands I make up for it.
maybe i will roll into bed and forget or maybe i can wake up and keep in time with tomorrow's 12 hours of work.
i can hope.
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