Gonna regret this in the morning lol. Time. I never feel I like I have enough of it. Time to fill up the car. Time to cook dinner. Time to watch the birds that flee the sky. Time to sleep and not wake up feeling tired. I feel like time and I are always fighting. Why? Can’t we just be friends. I miss the times when I felt like I had time. Time to make mistakes. Time to lose time. Time to not think about how little time I have. I’m counting down the days thinking how I lost a day because I didn’t use my time wisely. It’s like I’m at a grasp’s length but every time I get close to touching it, time slips away. I’m tormented by the invisible clock that ticks in my brain. Tick tick. Tick tick. Tick.
I was hesitant to share this writing as it feels a little too vulnerable but I’ve never wanted to share my work, art, writings or whatever you name these things with the aim of receiving validation or likes or money (lol) but to express myself as a human being and hopefully have whoever reads them find comfort in what it means to be a human.
I was hesitant to share this one as I feel it has a slightly more depressing tone. As of late I’m trying to make a change in my life to not be as pessimistic or depressing. But I also don’t want to dismiss depression and act like it doesn’t exist because I think that would be foolish. It does exist and it’s important we feel all of our emotions, the ups and the downs.
I played Rugby for a large part of my life and it will forever be a part of me. This is a project of my own. A massive thank you to my good friend Chino who ran around in the cold and mud, I couldn’t have made this without you.
