idek im just going insane atp

Recently there's been this feeling lingering at the back of my head. I feel like I'm running out of time. Feeling the sands of time running through my fingers, I can’t help but feel a sense of despair. While it doesn’t seem like the days are going by quickly, I look behind and see that many years truly have passed. I don’t know if I can savour all of the time I have before I feel like they have slipped away. Every second that went by, time just seemed to slip faster and faster from my hands. With every blink, the realization that time is slowly running out seemed to be more and more obvious. No matter how fast I try to run to get all the work I need done, it all feels for naught. I continue to have more and more work and responsibilities to do every day, yet my time to do these things that must be done slowly falls more and more. 

Running out of time was never my objective, yet even if I wanted it to stop it wouldn’t. Time slowly withers away, the seconds in each minute, the minutes in each hour, the hours in each day, each day in each week, each month, each year. I’ve been around long enough to know that no matter what, time is something you can’t reclaim back once it’s gone. But at times I wish I could just stop it and prolong the happiness I share with those closest to me.

Time. Such a dreadful and inevitable thing. I feel as if every second is falling faster and faster than ever before. The work that needs to be done is endless, yet my time to do it is so little. It's cruel...how easily it's passing me by. Yet, I can't just sit there and do nothing. I can't. I have to use the time I have to get things done. Even if I must forgo my own sleep for it. As the days pass, my time continues to empty out of the hourglass, yet I must keep going.