Ahhhh! Another month of summer is over. Time is such a strange dimension. If I didn't know better I could swear that the units used to measure it warp themselves to the occasion. Like the clock is some evil monster watching my every emotion. When I'm smilin' it jets, and when I'm frowning it almost freezes. Then it cackles in glee at my discomfort. Piece of junk. It trips me out sometimes too. The days drag by but the weeks rocket. It's as if I stare at the crawling second hand for so long that I don't notice that weeks have already passed. :(
Time is such an inhibitor too. Just about everything has to be measured by how long it will take. Sometimes I wish time could be discarded. But then what would we live in? We live in the now, but we often don't seem to realize it. Instead we look back where we were and wish we could still be there instead of just enjoying the present. Then about the time we run out of time we wish we could have more of it. (*TIME* Such a vague noun. Pbluh.) And of course we have more of it, but do we realize it? Not until it's gone. It's like chasing the wind.  ¶ 10:04 PM