I'm tired today. Well, I'm tired every day, actually. I started some new medication that's supposed to even out my newly diagnosed bipolar, but I don't think I'm bipolar. Besides, the guy diagnosed me after only 30 minutes. How could he know that after only 30 minutes?
I went to bed at 11 p.m. last night, woke up at 9 a.m. I'm still dragging. Ugh. I hate this cloudy feeling. I'm sooooo tired.
The heat here is thick. It makes me not sleep very well. I went and saw my grandparents this past weekend. My grandfather has chest pains. My grandmother's memory is slipping. It's so strange watching them grow older, frailer. Time keeps running on, and as I sat in their living room with them, I was trying so hard to hold on. You might as well try grasping the air or holding the wind...it just flows right on through your fingers with little regard to anyone. Time isn't biased, and it doesn't have an agenda.
Time is the only absolute thing in this world. It's the only thing that doesn't change. The seconds, the minutes, the hours, they all rush along in a perfectly straight line. They move, never jolting out of place, flowing linearly outward toward the great beyond. Only memories remain in our finite minds. I keep grasping for the invisible. I'm not ready for this part yet, can we please wait? Time, please wait for me, just a few minutes. Let me catch my breath. Quit taking people from me. I see your claws in them, and yes, it's only a matter of time...how ironic. We never know when our day will come. For some people, the end is more expected, but I don't think that makes death any easier. And it isn't just a matter of death, it's a matter of losing innocence, losing health, losing friends to miles and spaces in between. That's what time does; it takes away. It doesn't give anything back, it just keeps on taking.
It's like an equation. People all have their sums of days, more like their sums of life. Certain sums are larger than others. For some reason, I always feel like mine will be short. No, I'm not talking about suicide. I'm talking about my health, physically and mentally. I feel like my days will be cut short, but it's not a frightening thing. All these pluses and minuses--there just seems to be more deductions than I think there should be. When will I arrive at zero when there's nothing left?
I went to bed at 11 p.m. last night, woke up at 9 a.m. I'm still dragging. Ugh. I hate this cloudy feeling. I'm sooooo tired.
The heat here is thick. It makes me not sleep very well. I went and saw my grandparents this past weekend. My grandfather has chest pains. My grandmother's memory is slipping. It's so strange watching them grow older, frailer. Time keeps running on, and as I sat in their living room with them, I was trying so hard to hold on. You might as well try grasping the air or holding the wind...it just flows right on through your fingers with little regard to anyone. Time isn't biased, and it doesn't have an agenda.
Time is the only absolute thing in this world. It's the only thing that doesn't change. The seconds, the minutes, the hours, they all rush along in a perfectly straight line. They move, never jolting out of place, flowing linearly outward toward the great beyond. Only memories remain in our finite minds. I keep grasping for the invisible. I'm not ready for this part yet, can we please wait? Time, please wait for me, just a few minutes. Let me catch my breath. Quit taking people from me. I see your claws in them, and yes, it's only a matter of time...how ironic. We never know when our day will come. For some people, the end is more expected, but I don't think that makes death any easier. And it isn't just a matter of death, it's a matter of losing innocence, losing health, losing friends to miles and spaces in between. That's what time does; it takes away. It doesn't give anything back, it just keeps on taking.
It's like an equation. People all have their sums of days, more like their sums of life. Certain sums are larger than others. For some reason, I always feel like mine will be short. No, I'm not talking about suicide. I'm talking about my health, physically and mentally. I feel like my days will be cut short, but it's not a frightening thing. All these pluses and minuses--there just seems to be more deductions than I think there should be. When will I arrive at zero when there's nothing left?
