Time


You stole my time long ago.

Thousands of words stripped from my mouth because I chose silence.

Hundreds of ideas taken from my mind.

Silence.

Missed opportunities. Again and again and again.

Silence.

Feeling of dread - years, months, weeks, days, hours in advance.

In silence I gain fluency,

And in silence I lose myself.

Just a shadow, trying to keep up, trying to hide.

I silence my time, and I silence my drive.

I silence my thoughts, oh curious thoughts.

I silence my world, as it continues to spin madly around me.

When I silence myself, I silence others.

My words are free, but my time is limited. So now I must, 28 years later, take back my time. Own my time. Embrace my time. My fuel is the ticking of the clock, tick tock, tick tock.

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