seconds in a river

time is a terrifying thing. always moving, constantly going forward, something you can’t affect or take back. the seconds i’ve spent writing this are ones that i’ll never relive. every moment of my life has already passed, but new ones are still passing. i’m running out of time, yet time will never stop coming. 

i’ve been stagnant for five years. the future a scary thing to think about when you don’t want it, huh?