So a tired little time later, a few minutes or hours perhaps. I can’t remember anymore! The sound of a million sun burnt ducks shrieking into my ears. Hell I just want to take a nap, ya know?
Enough, I was thinking about the time I typed this message, I remember it well. I was but a wee lad sitting upon a log in a forest somewhere between here and there. What a glorious time it was sitting and watching the ducks and ostriches flock and flow all over the land and air. Then the fire hit, a flash of amber and ash and purpose was struck down upon me. I must write this missive, I must! It was my duty- no, my destiny! So here it is in all of its glory, unedited and unfiltered. Whatever all that means.
Time is a commonplace enemy to man, much as the darkness is to the light. When you ponder too much and you wish and dream and think and hope and pray. Then you take a little nap, sleep on it a bit. Tomorrow will bring bigger, better ideas. Ideas that will make you famous, or at the very least content, right? Well the next day come and goes and then so does about two hundred years. Where are we now? We are at the beginning of the whole thing, only now it’s too late, time has moved on. You just think that if you could only go back, maybe, just maybe you could change everything. You could do all the things you missed out on, catch all the things that passed you by. Hold them tightly and savor their every moment. There are no do-overs, there is no going back. What has passed has passed.
That’s just it isn’t it? Every single moment lost is a heavy burden, every hour spent day dreaming about nothing. About planning on doing something you know you never will make time for. Instead it’s the same old time wasters and boring day to day nonsense. If only I didn’t need that job then I would have the time to invent a flying car! Blast it all!
You cannot redo this life, you have until you are born to until you die to make something of yourself. Wishing and hoping will get you nowhere. Time will see to that, time will destroy you. It will make you fragile and cripple, break you down, rip you apart, and spit in your face. Time tear away all of your hopes and dreams and leave you a shell of your former self. Time is not on your side, it never was and it never will be. It will undermine every opportunity; break every will, without remorse or spite. Time will kill you, it is inevitable.
Well that is that, the ending of everything. The total nonsense of our lives. Compression chambered into a few thoughts and words. The frigid truth dragged out to be beaten by the hopeless masses, confusion and ignorance fuels this mob. They march the streets at night and avoid the lampposts on the corners. Sulking in dark alleys, in-between bushes and under staircases. That is your fate, oh dearest me, to be vengeful and full of remorse due to a lack of controlling your own fate.
Twilight broken fades into the simplest of moments of clarity speckled with a few lapses of light. All constructions are abandoned and all pay has been suspended. Time ate everything and we are simply festering in its rotting belly. Verily there must be some reprieve but alas I am afraid not. Says the window washer to his squeegee as he cleans your windshield on the corner of 6th and Parkview Avenue. Crusted flecks of broken courage mirrored into a simple display of weakness. Run away to the sinking light at the end of the tunnel; try to catch it, sunset rider. There is still hope! There is still a chance to save it all! If you can just make it in time! Hurry, the light is creeping away into darkness! You can make it, run! There is still a sliver of light left, if only you could just reach it, touch it, you are so close! Aaaaallllllllmmmooooooossssssssttttttt there.
