4 days behind

Time is fickle.

Not real.

Made up.

But even so, not everyone knows about this.

And still, they live their lives on track.

At the right time.

Always in the present.

Living at the moment is a thing of the past for me.

Something I will never be able to do again.

Always stuck thinking too much.

Thinking so much that time runs out.

So much so that I miss my present.

It keeps piling up.

The time I lost.

It never stops.

Till it becomes this big tower.

A tower I won’t be able to ignore.

A tower that will fall apart from its weight.

I’m late.

I’m behind.

I’m not here anymore.

I will forever be the one not remembering.

I am always the one, 1 day behind or maybe 2.

Till those, two days evolved into three days.

I don’t have a grasp of time.

I never will.

My past is haunting me.

My present plagues me.

And my future torments me.

I unravel my time only to find nothing.

I wish my time would have stayed longer.