This post is titled time. Again.

Time and I have a love/hate relationship. 

I have so much of it.. But it seems like I have none. 

It goes by so fast. Yet it inches by like a caterpillar on a changing leaf. 

I always want it to be tomorrow. But I keep telling myself "I will, in time."

I want to be in control of time. To be able to bend it any way I want. To skip the days and live out my nights like I'm always in a dream.

I want to be able to jump right over the hours of my work, and stretch out the last 6 like the hugs I give when she's good to me.

I want more time to explore the world barefoot. But I want more time to spend indoors on the floor with my music. 

I want to become the best guitar player in the whole wide world. But I don't have the time to practice for it. 

Sometimes, time just makes me want to out a bullet through my skull. But other times, time makes me want to run as fast as A bullet. 

Sometimes, time is my best friend who I play Legos with. 

Sometimes, time is the friend who didn't want to play Legos, and wanted to build a future instead of a fortress. 

Right now, time and I are not on the best of terms. Right now it wants to build a future, and put a bullet in my skull. 

Right now, I want to take time right by the hands, and twist them counter-clockwise until they break on the 7:30. 

Time never waits. But that's okay because I don't wait for time. 

All of our lives are just one drop in the ocean. 

If the moon can turn the tides, it can take the tears and pull them from our eyes, and make them into monsoons. 

Time never waits.